THE ASSASSIN RENDEZVOUS

PART 11 - SHE MARKED THE DAY

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PART 11 – SHE MARKED THE DAY

My biggest daydream I ever had since I was a child was to woke up in the prince’s lap with his beautiful cerulean eyes bored into mine. Took my breath away with a thousand volt of his electrifiying smile. Under the blossomed sakura tree with those tiny fetals falling down at me and the winds flew it back again so it was like floating in the air, sorrounding us while we still mesmerized with each of our’s beauty.

As corny as it sound but somewhere in the universe I silently belive thus image was hiding, just awaited a right moment to happen.

But what actually happen now, just when I about to open my eyelids were butterflies. Yes, maybe you think it was about to happen anyway. A fairytale dream, yet what I thought a moment before when I said butterflies it was not a fluttering tiny butterflies that makes you tickles but it’s more like a gigantic mosterlike troll butterflies that attacked my abdominal side that even a saint couldn’t do so much about it except what I was going to do next.

I bolted up from my anyhow position and ran like a crazy lady with a beard in flames hoped that she could save her pretty life by flushed it down into toilet. Yes, I ran for the sake of my precious fluffy rags to the bathroom when I realize that I was in my bedroom.

After a moment of silent, saluting to my kindney which apparently survive after what I recalled the after effect. The hung flipping over. I was crawling back to my bed, ressumed what I did earlier. Dreaming about the prince and sakura and how about those heavenly spring air but wooshing away those beautiful dream as I not so lovely burped and hated the fact that I forgot to brush and gurgles the smell away.

Surrender by reality hit, I stood up from my sleeping position and now tried to compose anything about what excatly happen. I took my surrounding and yes I still in my bedroom and when I glanced the clock beside my bed it was ten in the morning. Felt unable to pick piece by piece a proper explanation how I ended up in my bedroom thanks to my jammed brain at the moment, I decided to make a coffee, a strong one.

I glided to our mini kitchen, still in a daze of fairytale dream while humming ‘Once upon a dream’ one’s of my favorite disney songs. Flapped and swirled as my imaginary gown swept the floor dancing the tunes. I didn’t know who smacked me in the head that hard and made me suffered from severe fairytale syndrome. If Sam witnessed it I was sure she would doubled over laughing her ass off but it seemed nobody home. Yay..I had the entire place by my self so I just ignored all the made sense thing for a moment and continued to make a coffee now in the cinderelly mode (a scene when Gus and Jaques singing a song while they re-touched cinderella gown) played in my mind.

I took a huge gulp of water from the fridge to hydrate my body while I waited my coffee ready. I slid to sit on the couch in the living room next from the kitchen, chewed my chapped lips absenmindedly turn on the TV but ignored whatever on it.