I am a strict daydream believer

My chin was placed in my palm as I imagined him walking up to me.

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“Good afternoon madam, you have a meeting in ten minutes”.

I straightened and pulled my jacket together, holding it in place with its crystal button then pushed my swivel chair backward and walked out after him in my stiletto heels.

I rose in my room too as I imagined rising in my head. The doors opened on their own accord as we approached them.

“Who am I meeting with?” I asked him, his brown eyes met with mine briefly then he pressed some buttons on the elevator and we walked in.

“You're meeting with some indigenous choreographers. They want to talk to you about some dance event coming up in the month of May”

Since I was playing the Director of the Entertainment and Creative Services Department, I was bound to have a lot of guests from time to time.

When the elevator rang announcing our arrival at our destination, we both walked out. There were 5 men all dressed in black three-piece suits with Radio Earpieces in one of their ears.

They bowed in greeting and took their places beside and behind me as I began the walk to the meeting room. Being a director needed a lot of security too, the office was an important one.

I took my seat in my house and decided to take a break for a while since I had been walking around. My mother used to say that I had a wild imagination because when I was a child, I used to cook up stories and tell them to her. When she asked where I heard them, I would say it came to me on the spot, that I just imagined it and decided to share it with her.

As I grew older, I channeled that imaginative power into my life and future. I would spend hours lying on my bed and stalling to sleep because I wanted to dream up a scene where I was on a stage getting awarded for my incredulous writing skills, or that I was a mother of 2 amazing children.

Sometimes, I even dreamed up negative events; what would happen if I got pregnant before I was done with school and had to drop out or pause for a year? I imagined the pain, the tears, the torment, the disappointed looks on the faces of everyone who looked up to me.

I went into my daydream state for so many reasons, on some days when I felt really unhappy, I would lie on my bed or just get to a place where I would not look weird then get myself seated and begin to dream up the finest things I had in my mind.

In those moments, I would do whatever it took, conjure whatever memory I could, just to feel better.

It always worked.

Once when my roommate caught me dancing without music and I had to explain what was going on to her, she said I was trying to escape my pain. I didn't see it that way especially since I always came out of my daydream world feeling happier than I initially was.

On this particular day, I was feeling upset because of two of my coursemates. We had been placed in the same group for a practical and because they were both upcoming choreographers who got outside jobs from time to time, they decided not to attend group meetings with the excuse of having to go to work.

“I love that you girls work, but can you also make time out for meetings? I cannot do everything alone because I am the group leader. I need you to be around too”

Then one of them walked up to me and smiled, “I don't expect you to understand when all you're doing is carrying school on your head. By the time people like you are done with school, people like us will be up the ladder in the society”

I had never been so upset.

When I was well rested, I rose and began my walk into the meeting room.

“Treasure!”

I looked closely at the two people who were seated in the meeting room and realized they were the two ladies who said they would be up the social ladder because they were not taking school as seriously as I was.

I lifted my lips in triumph.

“What are you girls doing here?” I asked taking a seat opposite them at the table.

“We were told to come and meet with the Director for Entertainment and Creative Services for an event we want to organize this year. What are you doing here?” One of them asked.

“Well, I think you're looking for me”

They both exchanged glances as I relaxed back into my leather chair. I was not surprised at all, I had read my books and paid my dues.

A knock at my door announced that my roommate was back and my daydream session was to come to an end. As I opened the door, a feeling of exhilaration washed over me as if the scene I just imagined was real, and as usual, I automatically didn't feel upset anymore.

I don't care if any other person thinks I'm just living in my head, what I know is that my daydream scenes are situated in a real world where I can feel and be.

I am a strict daydream believer.