She's inside you!

It's 2018, a 14 year old is peeking through the window of her school van and imagining what life would be after 20s, will she able to afford her own shed and food, she is too sure that no one would give her a job.

She thinks of a home where the colour of the curtains are off white and they are moving gently with the soft cold wind, making the wind chime play a sweet music.

Her man is chopping something in the kitchen and calling her with a cliche name while she is busy painting her nails and reading a book. The smell of the dish he is making isn't too strong to cut the smell of the fresh bedsheet.

But as the school arrived, this was paused!

She used to wonder what it would feel like to live such a life and more importantly is such a life possible to her?

She is me and I am her, I am living the life she once imagined, though the colour of my curtains are brown to cut the sunlight as it bothers me on weekends, and the wind chime is still in my home decor list, I will buy if for sure, about the weather it's pleasent though even more pleasent then I imagined, also my man cooks so deliciously that I have gained a lot since I fell for him, though he sometimes miss to turn on the chimney, which overpowers the smell of the fresh bedsheet, or I may say, I forget to smell the freshness in my room most of the times, my nails aren't those long, I eat them lol, nothing I am lil anxious, so painting feels of no use. I plan to get a nail extension sometimes but any occasion hasn't felt that important yet.

I don't read much books, But yes I do read blog, one of them had this one today- "She still lives inside you, she is just a lil selfless to do what she wanted to, she is a lil shy to accept that she has grown, she is a lil careless when it comes to herself, she lives in a little corner that is usually not so visible but if you really wanna find and treat her she is right there waiting for you to make that window peeping imagination true".

I think it must be a guy talking about some lover thing, anyways it's clithe, I don't like it much!