What you are about to read is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental! Just sayin’! 😛
The three witches stand above me, cackling and chortling as they move my body to and fro, finding the perfect pose for me, for I’m at their mercy. After long moments of silence I begin to think that they’ve gone, but then a soft whispered incantation begins and I know that they wait, for what I don’t know. My body has no feeling and I’m unable to move other than my eyes, which is more a curse than a gift, for I can see them, when they look over the railing to see what their ministrations have done to my lifeless form. I feel a terror welling up from deep inside me and I stifle a scream, I know it will do no good, they would just take more pleasure from my misery. I see a flurry of movement out of the corner of my eye, and landing near the edge of the stage, lies a ladies suit jacket, it’s grey tweed with big lapels and has the wide wide SHOULDER PADS of the eighties. I shudder inside thinking of how it would sit so high and firm on my shoulders and I can’t bear to think about it. Just then, something falls in a heap just at the edge of my peripheral vision on the other side. It lies there, motionless, but I can feel an energy within it trying to break free and envelope me in its evilness! I can see it’s shape and my heart begins racing wildly, it’s BELL BOTTOM PANTS! I inhale sharply as I realize that I once wore these, red polyester, the widening of the pant leg starting at the knees and getting wider as it reaches the foot, and not called low rise….but hipsters! I’m now between fear and shame for having made such a terrible fashion choice all those years ago! I close my eyes, praying that this reign of terror will end, but I know, the weird sisters above have more in store for me! Just then, I hear a soft swooshing noise and two brightly coloured objects flash past the far reaches of my line of vision. They land with a soft mushy sound and I roll my eyes as far as I can to see them bouncing lightly as they land. No……no…no….no……I will die if forced to don the DAYGLO ORANGE CROCS that have come from above! I hear soft whispers and then the voices rise, an obvious argument is underway as the women bicker among themselves, muttering and sometimes yelling out in anger! I listen intently and as the quarrel gets nastier and meaner, I realize what they’re fighting about, it’s all about me! They fight to control me, urging me to favour them with my attention in the competitive world of Second Life fashion! My eyes close, my heart thumps uncontrollably in my chest, and I know, this is not good………
I sit up in bed, in complete terror, and my rapid breathing settles a little as I realize I’ve had the dream again. The fourth time in as many days, will it ever end? It’s the same every time, the women, the clothes, and me, a mere puppet to their fashion whims! I get up for a glass of water and reaffirm to myself how far this dream is from the truth! I have incredible designers that I’m extremely proud to feature, and I know they would never create such styles as to make me cringe! I stand at the kitchen counter, the sweat from the night terror cooling my face, and I smile….seeing that the alarm clock won’t ring for another hour, I have a bit of time to get started on my newest outfit to feature!
I want to thank a few people who made this post possible. First, Green Adder of IMMERSIV, who brought the idea to life with his many hours of work. I swear he’s a workaholic!♥ The 3 beautiful ladies above me are, on the left, Olivia Lalonde of Le Poppycock. She’s the pose master of Second Life! On the right is Elle Polygon of Slipper Originals. Elle’s specialty is shoes, glorious and fabulous shoes! And last but not least, in the middle, is my wonderful real life and Second Life sister, Gillian Galicia. She got me started in blogging and you can find her work on her blog, Gillian’s Island. Thank you, sweet ladies, for taking the time, and having the patience to work with me.