I Have a Dream

         One score year ago, my sister was born. Since then, I’ve had the luxury of everything handed to me. She had makeup. She had clothes. She had jewelry. She had an abundance of materials I could take without her knowing. It was a victorious time. One dreadful day, one horrific day, one indescribable day, she packed up all her belongings, and moved out. 



       Until I was fifteen, I could walk into my sister’s closet and grab whatever lustrous item I desired. Now when I reach into her closet, I feel nothing but dust.  I feel nothing but my tears stream down my face. I feel nothing but an empty heart and an empty closet. Every time I reach for her Chanel perfume nothing. Every time I go to grab her Steve Madden leather boots, nothing. All I see and feel in that old room of hers is broken dreams.



    But one day! One day those dreams will mend and I will see that room filled with materials only one can dream of. I have a dream that she will move back home. I have a dream that my sister’s most expensive clothes and shoes will touch my skin once more. I have a dream to never wear my own perfume again. I have a dream that when she wakes up in the morning and gets in the shower, I will stealthily sneak in and douse myself in all that is hers until I hear the water turn off. Then I shall run. Then I shall hide. Then I shall leave that house as fast as I can. But do not worry, I will return. I will grace that room again. The clothes need me. The clothes love me.



    As my sister returns and her room fills once again with the possessions I yearn for. Everyone shall rejoice. The people will rejoice. Society will rejoice. All will rejoice! Peace will flood our nation as I will have never looked better. I will send gratitude to the professors who flunked my sister out of university and I will thank god for this blessed gift he has given me. One and all will come together in eternal gratitude.  I will preach it until the day I die; long live my sister’s clothes!