I see very little without my glasses. Everything is a large blur of colors until I slip the red television frames around my view. I figure it would be best to draw my unknowing subjects from a park on this rather quaint afternoon. I sneak closer to find a gorgeous subject about the age of eighteen reading a book. I realize that she doesn’t notice the other people strolling by, but continues to look up from the book as if she is waiting for someone.
I noted down every blonde streak in the auburn hair spouting from her head in every direction known to man. Her cerulean gown flipped and twisted in the summer air. She set down the satin covered book. She’d been reading Gone with the Wind in what seemed only to be German. She clicked her Mary Jane shoes together in dissent. “He’s fifteen minutes late!” The lady moped with a glint of wrath in her sea foam green eyes. She stood from the iron park bench where she had been waiting.
I decided to give her the nickname “Princess.” I watched her every pace and pout as she waited for a man who did not seem to be arriving anytime within the passing hour. Her steps were gracefully placed as though she had once danced for the kings and queens of far off lands. Every so often, Princess would glimpse up at the fully bloomed Japanese sakura blossoms. She sank to her knees in a heap of sobs and whimpers as though she’d been left alone in the dreary abyss of average life.
A man in formal wear approached her and I hastily began to scribble down his entire series of motions and features. He knelt down to kiss her head and pulled her into a bright, luminous day. The man whispered, “You look hideous when you cry, My Sweet. I don’t think it suits you fairly well at all.” I gave him the name “Prince Charming” after his elegant appearance in the girl’s life. If he hadn't been wearing that dorky, crimson bow-tie, someone might mistake the young man to be the girl’s butler.
The beauteous scene of romance quickly ended with the two walking away down the cobble stone path. The path had been worn for it was several years in age, but it was the only path through the park. I watched in delight as the harmonious subjects I had taken interest in parted ways at the end of the walk. With this close on act one, I headed home to my warm and welcoming bed for it was nearly ten at night.