that is just a dream

I staggered on my bed. I tried to relax and believe I would soon become Earnest's bride, but my mind refused to quiet down.

I was full of anxiety, turning and tossing as the fear of not being in Earnest's future gripped me like a vice, squeezing my mind and making it hard for me to breathe. I thought about our conversation, replaying every word. I thought I was just a temporary distraction to him.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't want to be in his life; I wanted to be the one he couldn't imagine living without. As the night wore on, my eyelids grew heavy, but my mind remained wide awake, tormenting me with what-ifs and maybes.

How did Earnest view me? I kept questioning myself: Am I not attractive enough to behold? I was too exhausted to think more of it. I drifted off immediately, only to find myself gazing into the mirror, beaming with happiness.

Today I could finally say "I do" to Earnest, my eyes sparkling like diamonds.

I was wearing a stunning white wedding gown, intrica