Enn hated planes. Her mother had always told her that when she was young she would scream her cords raw in response to her ears popping. She would have to go on a plane. 4 times within less that 2 weeks. She was far from prepared to face her fear of flying. Not even once. But like they say with pleasure comes pain, and to get to where she wanted to be Enn would have to woman up.
She HAD to get away from "home" and life in general. As if it really could be called that. Enn knew that once she crossed that invisible border into a fleeting glimpse of freedom life for those glorious 10 days would be lived in a daze like a dream that she wished could last forever. Those 10 days, 240 hours, 14400 minutes, 864000 seconds would give her a high she would cherish and protect that she would never experience in the same way and could never be taken away.
She dreamed of being stress free full of naked happiness. None of the painted, feigned, airbrushed happiness she displayed in order to be left alone. Enn dreamed of the fairytale style romance she hoped to encounter in her endeavors and carry with her towards the white picket fence on the top of her mountain of future possibilities. This love coupled with the freedom she dreamscaped of occupied every waking moment of her thoughts. These clouds in the endless sky that was her mind kept her sane and her anger in control.
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