Stockholm Syndrome

6 Months, 3 weeks, 2 days, 1 hour and 5 minutes a go...

Tomorrow is the big day.

This morning i woke up,
the time on the clock reading 9:00 am,
reminiscing about my dream,
me becoming mrs. Porter,
standing at the isle, tears streaking peoples faces

I peel back the covers, the sound of birds chirping through the window,
a smile breaks across my face, just one more day to go,
only 24 hours to go.

Today would be the day i sort out the final touches,
the small details that would make the big impact,
that everyone will proud of me.
Marrying a handsome and rich young man,
someone who will love and cherish me.

I creep down the stairs and in to the kitchen,
hitting the pedal i switch the kettle on,
and begin to make my morning breakfast,
i throw some Kellogg's into a bowl and pour some milk on top,
next i make my tea and sit down to eat.
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Basically this is an experiment
If you like it please comment.
K Thx
Jessee