The Prince and the Baker

Daydreaming

   "Oh, Sabrina. There you go again. With your head so high up in the clouds that you forget to clean the bread pans." My mom scolds lightly as she walks in on me in the kitchen with my elbow on the counter and my chin in my palm as I daydream. What am I daydreaming about? Anything that involves being far away in a world where everything was perfect for everyone. It's not that I don't love my life, because I do. It's just, sometimes, life just doesn't happen the way it should. Daydreams are my way of escaping reality. Daydreams are my way of coping with the harsh truth.

"Sorry, mom. I'm just out of it." I shake my head and brush away the few raven black strands of hair that fell into my face. I walk over to where my mom stood at the sink with the bread pans that have stuck-on yeast and dough. I grab the pans from her hands and put them into one side of the double-sided sink and plug the other side, so I can fill it up with soap and water. My mom moves away from me and goes to open the windows of our kitchen letting in the sweet breeze of a sunny day.

"Good morning, my lovely ladies." I look up for a quick second to see my dad walking in with his apron on. He walks over to my mom and kisses her on her cheek and she blushes like crazy. That's what I want someday. Someone to love me like that. Even when were gray and old, someone who'll love me like never before. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't realize the water in the sink was overflowing until the I heard my mom's shout. I shook the thoughts out of my head and immediately shut off the tap. I backed away from the sink and realized that water got all over the front of my sundress from my waist and down.

"Sabrina!" My mom comes over with a few rags and starts to wipe away the water as I stood with a guilty look on my face. The constant wandering of my mind always got me in trouble. I walked outside and wrung out my dress as best I could over the flowers, figuring not to let the water go to waste. Walking back in, I was met with the sad look I'd gotten about a hundred times a day.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make a mess." I said, casting a look down on the flats I wore. I felt bad. I always made a mess of things. I am the epitome of klutziness. I just couldn't go two hours without doing something wrong. Strands of my strawberry blonde hair fell in front of my face again and I didn't bother with them and left my hands clasped together in front of me.

"Sabrina," I look up and see my dad with a small smile on his face. He stood behind my mom with his hands on her shoulder. "Why don't you go open shop. Your mom and I will be right behind you." I nod and decide to change out of the wet sundress I wore and into another sundress. I walk into my room and peel off the sundress, laying it to the side, so I can hang it once I get outside.

Looking through the dresser, I find a nice dark blue sundress with spaghetti straps. The dress was cinched at my waist and flowed to an end at just below my knees. I move to the full-length mirror and brush out my hair with my fingers before simply putting my hair up in a ponytail. I grab my apron and the wet dress before going back into the kitchen to grab keys to the bakery. I kiss my lovely parents on their cheeks, say goodbye, and skip out of the house. Before leaving the front lawn, I grab two clothes pins and hang the dress up to dry on the clothes line with the other clothes that were recently washed.

Walking onto the sidewalk, I felt the breeze and smiled. I loved the feeling of the breeze on the sunny day that was today. I stop on the corner where I look both ways to make sure there are no cars before quickly scurrying across the street. I make it safely across and continue straight, on my way to open the bakery with my apron that was in my hands. I see the bakery and the few people waiting outside, ready for their morning coffee or pastry. I'm only a couple feet away from the door when my dear friend, Elizabeth, walks up beside me with her apron on. Elizabeth works for my parents as the girl who handles taking the orders, alongside me.

"Good morning, Sabrina." Elizabeth say with a pep in her step and cheerful tone to her voice.

"Good morning, Elizabeth." I smile and greet the waiting customers as I walk past them to the door. I take the key and unlock the door with a twist to the right. I pull the key out and Open the door, letting the customers in before Elizabeth and I walk in ourselves. I prop the door open with a plant and walk in and make a beeline for the kitchen, so I could get ready to get work.

I walk into the kitchen and I slip my black apron over my head and move my hands to tie the black strings behind my back. I rush over to a clipboard, sign by name as my way of signing in, then I go to the bathroom and wash my hands thoroughly. As I am drying my hands, Elizabeth walks in and gets to washing her hands as well.

"We better get out there before they get upset." Elizabeth says. I wait for her at the door and once she is finished, I push the door open with my hip and we both headed over to the counter to deal with these wonderful people. I pop up behind the cash register as Elizabeth begins to clean up the machines for the coffee and other drinks. I turn on my utmost happiest smile and start my day of work.

"Good morning, sir. My name is Sabrina. How can I help you today?" I ask the man on the other side of the counter. He gives me a smile and asks for his order.

"Good morning, Sabrina. Can I have a bagel with strawberry cream cheese?" He asked. I nod and put it into the cash register.

"That'll be $2.95." I tell him, and he hands me three dollars. I take a nickel from our register and go to hand it to him, but he just steers my hand to the tip jar.

"Keep it." He tips my hand over and the nickel falls into the empty jar. I thank him, give him his receipt and he goes off to the side, waiting for his bagel.

"Next!" The next costumer comes up, I take their order, they pay, and the order repeats over and over for the next who knows how long. My parents came in midday and we all worked our butts off to get the pastries exactly where they needed to be and in time for the order that was placed for closing time. All day, we worked so hard we had to close early because we couldn't fill the order and take care of the customers at the same time. By normal closing time, we had the order that consisted of four-hundred and fifty perfectly baked red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese and red velvet crumble on top. We just finished and cleaned up and now my parents, Elizabeth and I sat at a booth waiting for the client to pick up the packaged cupcakes.

"I'm so tired." Elizabeth yawns and not even a second later, the rest of us yawn as well. It was so late. We'd been waiting for two hours.

"Shouldn't they have been here already?" I ask, the exhaustion getting to me and my eyelids starting to get heavy. I place my chin in the palm of my hand and let out a sigh.

"We should be home by now." My mom lays her head on my dad's shoulder and he instantly wraps an arm around her. They look so happy. I want that someday. With someone who matters to me.

"Well, we can'tleave. If we leave then we'll get no money for all the work we did." My dadputs his chin on my mom's head and we all just sit there. Waiting for someoneto come and get their order.