Lady with the cat

*This is long, but if you read it, please comment and rate it's very important to me.

I woke up in a weird place, unknown for my eyes, on
top of a desk filled with paper, and a laptop turned on, waiting for me to do something, I just didn't know what it had wanted. I lifted my head, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't recognize the place. It was so wide, and the windows were having long red curtains, so I couldn't see the outside. The clock on the laptop said it was 2 in the morning, so I realized that I must have fallen asleep on the desk. But, where was I? I just couldn't remember anything.

I made my way through the room, to the other side, and I was amazed by the red, velvet furniture the room had. Big sofa, two armchairs, and a coffee table made of glass, were those little things crystals? I couldn't tell, I had never seen crystals in my life, weren't they expensive?

I continued my way to the windows. I really wanted to see what was on the outside. But, before I opened the curtains, I turned round to see the room again. I couldn't get used to its beauty, and I could tell that it looked like it was made by a professional interior designer. I noticed a bag on the desk; it was big, black, made of leather. I had to see it closely; I wondered how I hadn't noticed it before.

I took the bag, and went straight to the window, thinking I would see the outside, than the bag. I felt like I had all the time in world. I finally managed to get courage and take a peek on the outside of the window. I was...amazed? Surprised? Frightened?
I was amazed by the view; the city had so many lights. But, there was only one light that was giving shine of one object that scared me. The object was the Eiffel Tower. I was in one of the highest buildings in......Paris.

Tears filled my eyes from happiness. I was in Paris, I had my dream fulfilled. Then, I remembered the bag I had just taken off the desk. I opened it to see what was inside. The mark on the inside said two words: "Louis Vuitton". The name rang in my ears I said it. I took one step back from amazement and that step made me look into the reflection of me in the window. I had long brown hair, and my face was the same. But my clothes...they were different. I had a black skirt on; it wasn't long, only to my ankles, and it was lifted up to my upper waist, almost below my chest. I also had a white blouse, with little curves around the buttons, and a coat that wasn't long; it didn't even get to cover my waist. I was wearing the finest stilettos, which looked like the ones I have always dreamed of. I looked like a business woman.

I sat on one of the armchairs, and started examining my bag. It had so many things in it. The first one that caught my eyes was something that looked like an i-Phone, but much more slim and small. I figured it out it was probably my cell phone, or at least that was its purpose to be. I found a message, no a video sent from a little girl, I couldn't recognize, but I soon after did. She looked a lot like me though. The girl in the video said:
"Carla, where have you been? It has been so long and we haven't heard anything from you. Mom says you're busy with the new promotion you got, but you get them every year, and every year you're gone for months, that get me so worried. You need to know some things. Molly and Dave are getting married! I'm so happy. Molly is pretty busy with the preparations, but you must be here in a month's time to help her, she really wants you to be here. Aren't you happy? Our biggest sister is getting married! Kay, bye now, but call whenever you can, and as soon as possible. Love you!"
I saw the number, and I recognized the name immediately. It was Carrie, my baby sister. Well, apparently she wasn't a baby anymore. She was a grown up girl now.

I looked in my bag again, and I found car keys, and realized that I was sitting in my office, and I felt the rush to go home.

I got out of the room and entered the elevator. I pushed on the button that said car-park. The building had a car-park as a ground floor, I guessed. Besides, I felt the need to be in a car, I wouldn't walk in such a big city like Paris. When I got down, I was astonished; which car is mine?

I realized that the keys had a button that will do something to the car; I guessed it had to be the unlocking of the doors. I pushed on it, and my car was in front of me. Did I have the best parking place? I couldn't tell from where. The car was a black Mercedes, but I didn't know the type. I didn't even know how to drive.

Anyway, I got into the car, sat on the red leathered seats that felt so comfortable, and wanted to relax. I closed my eyes, but then, a female's voice pushed me away from any intention of relaxing I had. The voice said:
"Good evening, Ms. Carla, where do we go tonight?"
And I was like:"What?"
I turned around but there was no one in the car beside me. Then the voice spoke to me again:
"Don't you remember me Ms. Carla? I'm your auto-driver, remember? Now, please tell me should I take you home?"
"Yes, home would be cool."
"Kay"-the voice replied and the car started moving. I didn't bother, as long as it was taking me home, I would do sightseeing. My happiness was on its highest level, I would drive into the night, in Paris.

I was looking like a little kid through the tainted windows. Paris was amazing. But, the most amazing part was the fact that I had an apartment in a building near the Eiffel Tower. My heart was beating faster, as I was getting nearer, well my car was getting me closer to it. I couldn't have mistaken the building where my apartment was, because it was the only building around, and the car parked almost in front of the doors, that were self-opening, made of crystal glass.

I walked into the building, and a receptionist greeted me.
"Good evening, Ms. Carla. You had a big night haven't you?"
"Good evening, Sally."- I was glad to see her name on her shirt."I didn't have a big night; I fell asleep in my office."
"Dear Ms."-she said with sort of a compassion for me. She was an elder woman, probably in her 40s.
"You always seem to work and work and work. What about life, family friends? Your work has taken all of you. Take it easy, live a life, after all you are still young, you're barely 26, that's the best age for a woman. Find yourself a man, have kids, don't waste your time on a career, and work and money. Money comes and goes."-she said as she gave me my key.
I was pretty surprised by these words and all I could say was:
"Oh dear, thank you. But, I guess I haven't found the right person yet. When I find him, I'll settle down immediately." I smiled and walked away, with the key in my hand.

I walked in the elevator, pressed the button and the elevator took me to the 23d floor. My apartment was right there. I opened it, and entered inside of it.
It surely didn't feel like home. Where was the smell from my mom's cooking? Wasn't I living with anybody? I couldn't accept the fact that I was living alone in such a big apartment, with probably the best view in Paris.

Then I heard the voice of a cat. It ran to wards me, and was happy to see me. But, I sure was sad to realize that no one else was waiting for me to come home. I was surely on my own. What kind of a life did have exactly?

I walked straight to the bedroom, even though I had to find it. I opened my closet, it was as big as my bed-room was, and my bedroom was surely wider than my office. I saw many clothes, some designer's, some not. But, I didn't want to see anything more.
I felt so sad, within the need to realize who I am. How can I be 10 years older? Where were ten years of my life? Were they wasted? I have dreamt on living in Paris, but not alone. No! There must be someone.
I took my phone again, and looked at the pictures taken. Some were from my family, without me in it. And some were of me and some people I couldn't recognize. I must have met them here in Paris, in the time of my ten lost years, and that's why I didn't know them.

I felt so sad. I had just become the lady with the cat. Literally, I even had a cat!
I threw the phone on the floor and fall asleep immediately, like I always do, when I'm sad and furious.

Then, thanks to God, or some other higher force, I woke up in my old bedroom, a bedroom shared with both of my sisters, sixteen again, and decided to think twice about moving in Paris on my own.
Thank God it was just a dream. (Or, maybe, it was a pick into the future?)

*my first try at telling a story through prose, not poetry*Thank you for reading it.