alternate reality;
single.early 20s.a journalist in a magazine firm.residing in a glass panelled apartment in Novena with a nice view.drives a BMW.high-end socialite.travels.

and,my mind's been congested with constant daydreaming.i find myself rather scrutinized,yearning for power and sucess these past few days when my daily life actually consists of nothing near exciting.its killing me when im doing nothing on the side.with pretty much nothing to do,i gorged my brainspace with fiction.currently,digging Octavia E. Butler's,"Fledgling".

*lying flat on my back just staring straight at the stars*
"you know,as a kid,ive always thought as the clouds to be cotton candies."
"yes,me too.hey,just a random question.just when do you think you'll get married or be ready to marry?"
"gosh.ummm..maybe when im 25,26?why the question?"
"just wondering.me?as a kid,ive always go around,saying,i want to have a handsome husband,have at least 3 babies and live happily ever after.but that's just not the case now.with age,ive been alone for most of the time.it does kills sometime,having no one to talk to when i need to,but,i rather go achieve my dreams in a huge way and surround my life with it."
*heart starts pounding faster,hands itching to hold.if only she knew.*
"shit.you'll be an old spinster then.with wrinkles and everything.wait,wait,i know of someone familiar who wouldnt mind all that,you know."
"very funny.when im a spinster,who would want me?who?"
"there's someone.trust me."
"who?"
*faces her with a joking smile*
"me?"
*smiles cheekily again.*

even self-absorbed conversations dont do the trick anymore.someone or something,quick sweep me off my feet.

come,come oblivious admiration.

you're heavy on my mind.but,who or what are you?