Daydreaming (One Shot)

Have you seen yourself as a mother or father??

And what if? This things happens to you!

I woke up with a kid beside me. She kind of look like me actually. I erased the fact that this kid could be my child. Yes, because I don't have a wife yet and when I looked at my hand, no ring is visible. Suddenly,the child ran away, then came back holding a square thing.

"Who are you?", I blurted.

"Who is she?", she asked me raising the thing in front of me.

"Can't you read? You look like you can already read.", I answered.

"Of course I can. I mean, WHO is she?", I sensed the emphasis on the word 'who' there.

"Oh, uhm, she's Taylor Swift.", I spoke.

"And then? Why do you have this..thing? And what's inside it dad? Does mom knows this?", she just called me dad, oh no.

"Ahh, uhm. Did you just called me 'dad'?", I asked.

"Like yeah dad? You alright dad?", shit.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.", I responded.

"So who is Taylor Swift anyway? She's beautiful though. Oh no! Are you cheating mom?! She's so going to know this!", she ranted.

"Come on, I'm not cheating with your mom *who's your mom, I mean my wife anyway??*. I love her.", I said just to comfort her.

"Okay, now explain this dad.", arms crossed and a serious face.

"Okay, where do I begin. Uhm, she was a superstar back then when I was a teenager. A global superstar but that really can't define her. She's a singer--"

"Like you dad?", she interrupted.

"I'm a singer?!", things are not right. Oh no.

"You really aren't alright dad", she rolled her eyes.

"We'll talk about that later, so back to Taylor Swift, she was my inspiration back then. She's a good person, a good role model for the young and the old, stuff like you can say, 'Oh she's perfection..'.", I said.

"Oh she might be someone back then, right?", she asked.

"She isn't just a someone back then, she really is a someone.", I added.

"So what's this thing I'm holding? She seems like very young here.", she asked again.

"That's an album. Yeah, she's in her teenage years there, sixteen or seventeen maybe.", I told her.

"Album? I thought albums were on phones? Like the ones my classmates are buying on iTunes?", curiously asked me looking at my eyes.

"You kids are way too techy nowadays. Back then, we also buy albums digitally but that is a physical album in your hand. That thing used to be on record stores and music stores, which now are obsolete I guess because no one goes on record stores anymore. Taylor Swift used to sell millions of that thing--"

"Seriously?!", she interrupted again.

"Yup, millions of albums all over the world. She went on tours too, all over the world. You know you can search for her on the internet?", I offered.

"No, tell me more about her, stuff on the net can be incorrect. I want to know what you know about her dad.", she smiled. I'm getying used to her calling me dad.

"So she also made histories in the music industry. She had success in country to pop cross-over. No one ever did that like her.", I continued.

"Where is she now dad?", she asked.

"I..*paused for a couple of seconds* don't know dear. All I can remember is that she magically disappeared. Some said she chose a rose garden somewhere in her hometown in Pennsylvania over Madison Square Garden. Rumors spread but no one ever proved her disappearance. Maybe she's sitting right now on her front porch with a fluffy kitten by her lap or she could be already gone. I'm a fan of hers back then. Wait, we have a name as her fans! She once said she liked it! Let me recall it."

"Really dad? You are a fan of hers? That's so absurd for a guy to idolize a woman.", she let out a little laugh after saying that.

"I remembered! We, her fans and we're not just fans, call ourselves SWIFTIES!", I screamed excitedly.

"Swifties. Haha. That's so cute!", she laughed.

"Yeah yeah, we are. Haha", I laughed too.

"I can still remember how I used to not literally sleep at night just to wait and greet her through Twitter on her birthday on the 13th of December! How we used to dominate award shows by voting for her.

How we used to have this thing or state where we can't stop singing her songs because they are so catchy! And how weI used to argue with haters who keep on saying she only write songs about her exes. Oh God, those were the days..", I added with a sigh.

"But why did you stopped dad? What happened to the other Swifties? Did you guys got tired? You retired as fans of her? Why?", she spontaneously asked.

I paused and did not answer her querries. I thought to myself and asked, what did really happen? Why did I just suddenly woke up telling these stories about her to this kid who turns out to be my child? Where is Taylor Swift now? What did I miss? My memory of her is blurry. My co-Swifties, where are they now? Are they on the same state I am right now? Are they also wondering these things I am wondering? Do they still remember me? Does Taylor even know we're still thinking about her? Does she even know we still exist?

Then headache hit me. No, a thing hit me in the head.

"WAKE UP JAMES! Daydreaming again?!"..

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