Taking a deep breath I open my eyes. The darkness is starting to glow showing that the time has passed more quickly than I thought. Wiggling and flexing my toes, and leg muscles and arms and fingers I realize I'm back in my body. It was only a dream...a horrible one at that.
Getting ready for the day I wonder why I would have frozen on stage? Do I really get stage fright? I am constantly in a spot light...well sort of. People know who I am, and ask me to do lots of things for them. Sometimes I feel like a slave, the general laborer gofer. Popping over there for food for the little one, digging over here for toys to play with the older one, scrambling this way and that trying to find the phone that's blaring the man's ring. Who wouldn't think about slavery every once in a while?
I'm the mom whose children scream and cry very LOUDLY at any store because they want their own way, and make it very hard to get to that alleged highway option. I'm the wife who forgets to put away the sour cream after dinner, and find it the next morning on the counter where I left it. I'm the customer who is rarely satisfied and so complains very LOUDLY when I don't get my way, I don't understand what the Rep on the phone is saying because of the language barrier, and static. I'm the person who chases after real spot lights trying to avoid the spot lights that find me unprepared. I am the person who's looking for fame fortune and glory!
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