Everything is hazy. I look to my right and see that my floors are no longer hardwood, they are a magnificent black marble. I sit up and blink, trying to get a grip on everything that I’m seeing. My room is a vibrant blue just as I had wished I could have painted it. My sheets were no longer that drab blue, they were a golden, heavenly color. Beautiful adornments were sewn onto the blanket. Creamy pearls, milky white lace covered the cloth. I tilted my head back and took a deep breath, I smelled lavender. So much better than that mildew stench.
I wondered what else had changed in this seemingly perfect world. My eyes widened as I realized everything in my life that was wrong was righted in this world. I thought about how I had thin brown hair… I wonder…
I shoved myself off of my bed, feeling the marble floors underneath my feet. I smiled to myself, but my smile nearly broke my face as I stared into the mirror. I had rich blonde hair, full of marvelous volume. I couldn't touch it, for fear that if I touched it, it would all go away. I looked at my eyes, they were a striking green that was only achievable through the magazines I read. I took in my face and saw that it was mine, but my cheekbones were as prominent as ever. My teeth were pearly white, and as straight as can be. I lightly grazed my face and spun around, enjoying my appearance. I went to my closet and saw glorious clothing of all colors. There was everything I could dream of in it. Brilliant shoes, long gowns, and majestic blouses. I found it hard to choose. I eventually chose a deep green gown that fit me perfectly. I put on some beautiful black flats and chose a silver necklace.
I found I knew exactly what to do with my hair. I curled my luscious, golden hair into fine ringlets. I smiled at myself through the mirror and allowed myself to touch my dress. It was the nicest thing I had ever worn, or even touched for that matter. I felt it and found it wasn't as soft as it looked. It was actually quite rough feeling. I suddenly felt as though the dress was too small, and I could hardly breathe. The air suddenly stunk of garbage and sewage. I was forced to hold my breath.
I ran out of my room and down the hall, wondering what that was all about. There stood my brother in the hall, looking fancy dressed up in a suit and tie. That was weird, the little mole that was usually on the side of his face was gone. I loved that mole. In fact, his face was free of any imperfections. It looked… wrong. He looked fake, and the smile pasted on his face seemed in-genuine. I squinted at him, trying to decipher why exactly he was smiling.
“Nice suit.” I decided to tease.
My brother turned his head robotically towards me with the same smile pinned on his face. “Thank you, sister.”
I was surprised with his response. Before I could even think about what I was saying I blurted out, “What?”
“I said, thank you, sister.”
“No, you were supposed to reply with another mean comment back at me.”
“Well…. Why would I do that?”
“Because you’re my brother, you do that to me all the time.”
“But I thought you wanted everything to be perfect, and for me to stop teasing you?”
Realization hit me like a wrecking ball. Everything was perfect because I wanted it to be. Everything was…. “perfect.” This wasn’t perfect…. I looked down at my dress and saw it had became a shabby gray cloth, and my hands were covered in green as if the dress had just been painted on this other dress. I looked back at my brother and looked down at my hands. I rubbed my arms that were tanned perfectly, and there revealed gray. I had gray skin. My hands once again looked like they had paint on them, and as though I had wiped the paint right off of my skin. I looked back to my brother and touched his face. Off came his perfect skin too, and it became gray like mine.
I spun around in a circle see my footsteps making the “marble” floors. More gray was where I had stepped. Everything I touched turned to gray. Perfection back to imperfection.
Maybe my brain was trying to tell me something…. I walked slowly back to my room and took a deep whiff. Yep, still garbage and poo. I had breathed in the perfect lavender scent and it was replaced with an imperfect stench.
Nothing here was actually perfect. It was all an illusion.
“Nothing is perfect, everything that is imperfect is absolutely perfect.” I whispered to myself, my mind hurtling towards my realization. I thought of the dress, the hair, the floors, the walls, my face, my brother. Everything was too perfect. Too right. Nothing perfect is real, it’s fake. I need to be happy with what I have.