Dance of Ciprahn

Chapter One

Have you ever tried to capture the sublime? Bottle a sunset. Encase love's first kiss. Commemorate a mother's embrace. There are times in our lives when a little spark of the divine reaches out, on little cat paws, to caress the morose reality. Cassandrah (Cass for short) is exhausted. Yes, she knows. The way her name is spelled is kind of stupid. She has a unique je ne sais quoi aura that clings to her like lint to a black shirt. Conceptually she could define herself as happy. On the outside looking in one might say she has it together, no overly detrimental skeletons in her closet. She isn't forgettable but she doesn't really shine at first. She has that touch of that undefinable unbearable lightness of being. A hollowed out feeling. Like a Cheshire-cat grinning Jack-Lantern, fate taunts her from afar. 

Cleverly disguised as a fully functioning adult. But in the morning she would dry heave before work. Meek and mild-mannered on the surface, but a tepid storm inside. A deep burning yearning soul, like a white dimming candle in an endless hall. Exhausted and languid, Cass was not a morning person. Arising from the blaring blast of her alarm she is half disappointed she didn't die in her sleep she thinks jokingly. Whenever she kicks the bucket, she hopes it's in the morning so she doesn't have to drive to work. Cass wishes she could teleport around. Like a superhero from some comic. Craving an ice cream? BAMF teleported to an ice cream parlor instantly. Cheating Ex? BAMF, flaming pile of dog doo on their doorstep. Bad date? BAMF, out of there in a jiffy! Alas, she is cursed to fight the crazy traffic every damn day. Cass may seem like a sad person. But that's only because it's so early in the morning. 

And a Monday. And she has traipsed through doggie doodles. Even screaming the words to "Let It Go" in the car doesn't help as it does usually. Overall though she tries to make the best of things and practice a happy-go-lucky outlook towards life. Perhaps she doesn't portray that very well, but dammit she tries. The glass-half-fullperspective is how she wants to see the world. A very rigid idealist in college, reality soon smacked her down hard. Finding a job was definitely much harder than she thought it would be. She found a few things here and there but they weren't really what she wanted to do! They weren't what she studied. "Oh well, at least I have a job. My poor friends, many of them are still struggling to make ends meet!" Cass fights desperately to be thankful for what she does have. She tries to smile as much as possible. She would choose to be positive whenever she could. 

Even when she was diagnosed with dyslexia, and Tommy Weathers called her stupid, she didn't let it get her down. Forget Tommy, she would be the first dyslexic female president. While usually poised and graceful (in her mind), Cass did have a bit of a potty mouth. Always having to be pretty and proper feels like some patriarchal power trip thing from the olden days."This is the modern era dammit, if they don't like the way I talk, then that's their problem!" she thinks. 

Even so, as part of her own internal moral code, she usually only swears in traffic, when dealing with jerkfaces (often in traffic), and when she is stressed out (which happened a lot when she was in traffic). She remembered once she swore like a sailor when she dropped her phone and some older men looked over at her disapprovingly. She stuck her tongue out at them and walked off. Cass didn't care. "Whatever, life's too short to care what people think of me. I am what I am, and I will always be proud of that."