The Naive Urban

Chapter 7: Master of Fantasies

I woke up in my bed filled with white sheets and inhaling the scent of candles from last night, and I saw the sun's rays hit my face the moment I opened my eyes. It was 8am, and I heard May in the kitchen yelling my name. "LUNA! Breakfast is ready!" She said. She ran upstairs and dragged me out of bed and into the kitchen. She didn't even give me five minutes to brush my teeth...

"I have a good feeling about today." She said while cutting her pancakes into pieces. "How was your sleep Luna?". I looked down at my breakfast, thinking about what today's going to be like. I didn't realize that she asked me a question that my answer could probably ruin this whole day. I dreamed about how good the festival will be, and that it'll hopefully go the way it is planned in my head. I want to have fun, and May as well. We'll eat food, play games, and look at the astonishing art work from the fellow French folks here. Of course, earlier, May mentioned cute boys, which is something out of my liking. I knew she wasn't into a relationship, but she also wasn't the kind to not be single. She had more boyfriends than I had, and she could never keep one. Most of the time, it's not her fault, considering the fact that most of her boyfriends would be the reason why she has trust issues, so she comes running to me. Besides that, if I'm able to control myself and actually have a full blown conversation with new people and to finally have a guy friend, to make May happy, then I'll be on board with it.

"Luna?" She asked since I didn't give her an answer. I looked up and widened my eyes because I totally forgot she asked me how good my sleep was.
"What? Sorry, I was day dreaming I guess." I said, then it led to me taking a bite of my food. The blueberry and maple syrup flavor tingled my taste bites. They were delicious, but I knew May still wanted an answer. I looked up and said, "My sleep was good."
"Oh really? Did you have any dreams? Oh wise and Master of Fantasies! Can you tell me what it is?" She said.
"No, I don't think it'll come true if I told you May."
"Oh come on! I'm like the tiny fairy that pours pixie dust all over you! I'll make anything come true Luna! Anything for the Sweet Moon!"
She called me "Sweet Moon" from then on, probably because I was named after the moon, and that I'm as sweet as a cupcake, according to her.

After I showered, I've decided to wear my pastel pink dress. I thought a pastel pink was a cute spring color, and considering the fact that I love to use my watercolor materials to paint pink roses and how the color represents friendship, affection, harmony, and inner peace. May said that I was meant to be pretty in pink, and that "it's the sweet side of the color red."

After taking a long walk down the city and eating lunch, we arrived at the festival that night. I knew May was going to have the same reaction as always whenever she went to an exciting and fun place. She's the kind of person who you would be in a relationship with and you'll automatically become physically tired because of her, since she loves to hop around like a rabbit and discover every single thing in a place. I was walking around the area, and I saw magnificent paintings. There were water colors, oil pastels, sketches, value, perspective, and an abundance of monochromatic features that caught my eye. I examined the painting, and the man behind it startled me when he popped out of nowhere and said, "Are you willing to buy this Miss?". The man looked like he was one of those common folks who are a slum on the outside yet they had a golden personality in the inside, but I didn't want to be stereotypical nor judge a book by its cover. Some people aren't just what you expect them to be.
"No, I'm not buying anything today. Thank you anyways." I walked away and I looked back to see him wink at me, then I started power walking away into the darkness. Oh how stupid of me.