Day 122: 5 Minute Freewrite: Sunday - Prompt: Spa

Here's my Day 122: 5 Minute Freewrite - Prompt: Spa I really wasn't sure where I would take this one but I'm happy with where it ended up!

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I have never been to a spa before. I feel out of place. I just don't feel as if I belong. As I walk up to the doors my soon to be sister in law greets me at the entrance. She looks as if she would fit the part. Peals in place on the nap of her neck, earrings to match, not a hair out of place, with her diamond ring gleaming in the sunlight. My own catches my attention. I still can't believe I'm marrying him. My parents are ecstatic, but me? I'm really not sure.

"You're here!!" She squeals. Now, I'm not one for stereotypes. But Chloe is your typical trust fund baby, and so is her brother, the man I'm marrying. I didn't grow up that way. My parents had to fight for everything they have. I'm not one to judge them by this but Chloe, she will judge you for not having money. Funny how that works really. She hated me at first. I'm still leery around her.

"This really isn't me Chloe... can we just go get our nails done at the salon across the street?" I ask her fidgeting with my dress she insisted I wear. I look like a page out of a 50's magazine with my hair to match.

She laugh, "You have got to be kidding me. One nail?" She smirks and rolls her eyes while taking my hand, "No way." She says pulling me out of the warm fresh sunlight into the spa that smells like chemicals but with a hint of aromatherapy. I sigh as she walks up to the desk. I guess I better get used to living like this...

"Mrs. Wellington?" They call us in. I sigh and follow like the dutiful wife I'm bound to be... Is this my life now?

They place me in a bed of water and I am to sit back in this cocoon like bed with fake blue lights surrounding me. I begin to think back to more simpler times... of when it was just James and I, my best friend from childhood, running along the rocks of the creek, jumping in without a care in the world, laying on our back with the sun beating down on us... That is my type of spa. I miss those days... I miss spending so much time with James... His smile, his heart, his sweet, sweet laugh...

This isn't me... This isn't who I am... I am not the dutiful wife from money and luxury, I'm the girl at the cheek holding Jame's hand, laughing as we fall back into the water. I'm the girl floating along the warm water, the light reflecting off the waves he's making as he jumps from the side of the lake. I'm... Jame's girl.

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I wish I could have continued it a bit more but that's the time! I hope you enjoyed!! I know I did :)

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