I was lying in my hammock one day. Sipping a smoothie; mango and cherries and good stuff like that. I was on my deck and it was hot. I remember there being no clouds, and me being happy that my dog was tyed up and not getting yelled at by my neighbors. I know I was home alone. I loved being home alone. I dont remember where my brother was, probably off doing dick all at someone elses house, eating all their food, things like that. My thoughts that day, simple thoughts; the boy I currently had a crush on, what I was going to 'be' when I grew up. Thoughts progressed and grew, to my future husbad and my future wedding. A rich archetect. That was already decided. Well, I wasnt that picky, I could bend my rules a little, if need be, I would allow a rich rockstar, a rich actor, a rich doctor, a rich inventor (as long as he wasn't nerdy), I was actually quite flexible with that. I was going to have a huge wedding in summer, outside on the beach by the ocean. Salty waves licking the ocean shore, erasing footprints and sand castles from earlier. Huge white silk tents engulfing my wedding into a fairytale land of pearly dreams. Exotic giant flowers, brought from all over the world everywhere, floating in my magical silvery man made ponds next to my real live flamingos. The birds perching, babysitting my special day. My dress, fancy, expensive, beautiful, and of course white and custom made. My hair up like a waterfall of roses and I was wearing a tiara and pretending to be a princess. Everything is perfect, except I look around my powder room and somethings missing. Who is going to walk me down the aisle? Who is going to give me away? But there is no one there.