And then he vanished.
I vanished too,
and appeared in my high school’s dining hall;
that was the location of the reception.
What were we to have after exchanging the wedding vows?
A day’s old bread, dipped in tom-brown porridge.
Bummer!
I began to search:
“Where’s he? Where is the love of my life?”
“Ah, there he is, my groom.”
Then my amusement turned into a frown.
“Why’s he criticizing everything?”
He damned the decorations,
He damned the old-looking guest chairs,
And I damned him.
We disappeared and appeared again,
this time on top of a moving bullet train.
We took our rings out,
And wore them on our ring fingers.
No one needed to tell us what was next:
We held each other,
Him, my waist,
And I, his neck.
Our lips were about to touch,
in uncanny ecstasy,
when I slipped, oh dear.
I held on to the edge,
the slippery edge of the fast-moving train.
“Bae, the love of my life, my groom, save me!”
I cried.
He got down on his knees.
He said:
‘I’ll be to you, what Scar was to Mufasa.”
He took my hands,
And let me go.
He dropped me.
He. Betrayed. Me.
That’s when I woke up.
“Ha, silly dream.” I blurted.
But deep down,
I knew:
He’d still be the love of my life,
Even if he betrayed me.
