I sadly wake up. I open my eyes to wake up.
I only feel disappointment. I'm not rich. Yet...
I get out of bed. getting up. I walk with my nails that walk with my toes that walk with my legs that walk because i walk, NO, not walk. politely stroll.
I walk into my gigantic very big, you could never afford this, bathroom. i strip naked. to the point where i have no clothes and get into the shower
the water is warm and i allow it to rinse me. then i put soap that smells like vanilla pumpkin blueberry lavender smores pie
i smell like heaven and nobody can tell me otherwise
I walk out the shower and dry myself. I wrap my silk robe around me and then walk into my huge walk in closet.
I put on my white, no color, blanco bland longsleeve shirt and then a black like my soul sweatshirt. my favorite skirt almost dress completes my look. i wear simple nikes, deal with it
Then i brush out my long luxurious Rapunzel hair that none of you could ever achieve
i grab my keys that jingle like bells. my car is five paces in front of my door. it is a Tesla, something you could never afford, of course
i get into the car and turn it on, then i drive to the country club...
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when I arrive at the country club, all eyes are on me. all the grimey old men smile at me and look me up and down.
i roll my eyes, they are all ugly. nothing like my one true love, Clinton
i look around, he is no where in sight, i sigh and sit on a table.
a few minutes pass and the door to the lobby opens, there he is my love, my only, my sugarplum pumpkin pie, my snoockum honey bear.
my teddy weddy meddy bear, my clinty, clinton
i can't wait to talk to him and make him fall in love with me
we make eye contact and my breath is taken away, those beautiful blue eyes, absolutely articulately incredible
i stand up and walk to him.
my 5'3 figure is so small and tiny petite, compared to him, according to google he is 6'7
"hi there, beautiful gorgeous delicous scrumptous, what is your name?" he asks me. i blush at all of his compliments
"i am y/n. and you are clinton bezos, correct?" i say. he smiles and nods.
"why don't we go out for breakfast?" he asks me. i nod.
he scoops me up, bridal style, and we walk out the lobby together, in unison.
