I wake up out of my slumber. Just had the greatest sleep I’ve had in a long time. This bed feels like I’ve literally been sleeping on a cloud 30000 feet in the air; it’s beautiful. I guess I should get up and prepare my day.
Designer slippers. The Gucci or the Louie? Decisions decisions. I’ll go with the Louie, I feel like a king anyways. Where’s my Prada robe? I need the fabrics of royalty to cover me right now. Feels like I’m wearing the most expensive silks on Earth. Perfect. Now, where are my glasses? Come to me oh flashy ones. Gold plated, non reflectors, not one scratch on them. This is what I deserve. I’m hungry. I need some food.
Walking down the many stairs of my palace (well, just a really big apartment), I still can’t believe that all of this is mine. The gold banisters, the Roman empire inspired columns that are sculpted into the staircase, the many pieces of artwork imported from Europe; it all feels like I’m living in someone else’s life. It’s astounding.
This kitchen. Lord, the kitchen. It would be something my mother would be proud of. A full pantry, ceramic stovetop, top of the line cookware, and a dishwasher. A damn dishwasher. I’ve never had a dishwasher in my life. And throw in the fact that I have my own washer and dryer? I don’t have to go to the bank for quarters anymore? That brings tears to my eyes. That was a whole lot of struggle, but I persevered and here I am now. But, damn it I’m really hungry.
Food tastes better when you have significant money to pay for top quality. I had Nigella Lawson over the other night for a little bit of wine and dine. Man, she can throw down; and ya she can cook too ;). I have some leftovers, but I’m not going to lie, I want cereal. It’s the kid in me still, but who doesn’t like cereal? Anyways, what’s in the news? Raptors won their 8th straight and sealed the #2 seed for the playoffs. Love it. All of that money I put up for the team really helped, because lord have I suffered, as did the rest of my city. Check stocks. Check investments. Check my itinerary for the day. Mila K wants to go to a play, Kendrick is having a studio session that he wants me to come through, and they’re having something in my honour at the art gallery (oh right, my photography exhibit, I forgot about that). It’s gonna be a busy day, but this is what a lot of people don’t have the opportunity to do, to live out their dreams, to have the freedom to do whatever they want and everything that they’ve imagined. This is what I wanted my life to be like, and as I look out my window of my penthouse suite, a tear rolls down my face, because this doesn’t feel real.
I swear I said I was going to have cereal, why am I prolonging it like I don’t have stuff to do? I have a lot to plan. What to wear, what to drive, man, these LA streets are insane with traffic, but it’s nothing I’m not used to.
I grab the cereal, I pour it into my bowl, and then something weird happens; my robe and slippers have vanished, and now I’m staring at bare feet and boxers, I look up and my glasses are scratched and difficult to look through. What the hell is going on? Why am I in my mother’s kitchen? Where’s my open concept penthouse? My stairs? My penthouse view turned into a courtyard view? But I was just…I don’t understand what’s going on.
I finally realize what’s going on….it was a dream. But, more a vision of my future, because that’s what it could be, when I become rich and famous, but as for right now, let me eat this cereal, listen to Kendrick, fantasize about Mila K, in hopes that all of my dreams will be attained one day.
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