Heavenessence
For L.C. Schäfer's "Ye Olde Dollar Challenge Malarkey"
Introduction
This is for L.C. Schäfer's "Ye Olde Dollar Challenge Malarkey" challenge that you can read about here:
The music is "Heaven Up Here" by Excho and the Bunnyment
The prompt is this Terry Pratchett quote:
Heavenessence
I am not sure what happened, whether I won the pools, the lottery or some relation left me millions, but life is good now.
I have everything I want, my fridge is full, I don't drink but I have every alcoholic drink that any guest may wish to partake of.
My mansion has twenty bedrooms with en suite bathrooms, and god knows how many reception rooms. There is a cinema, swimming pool and jacuzzi, so it is perfect for weekend impromptu parties. I have staff to cook and keep the place clean, a chauffeur because I don't really like driving and gardeners.
I don't have a job but some of my books are best sellers and have been turned into films and television short stories.
I have everything I want.
I am not famous, no one I don't know knows who I am in the street, so I have success and have managed to retain my privacy, which is no mean feat.
I have all life's comforts here.
I can eat at any restaurant I like, always get the best tickets for concerts, and usually, it's the VIP ones, and although I am single, everyone wants to be my friend and be seen with me.
Life is as perfect as it could be.
Then there is a noise.
The postman has been.
I've been dreaming again.
I get out of my bed and check the mail, gas, electric and phone bills.
I need to get up and get to work otherwise I won't be able to pay those bills and the rent on my flat.
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Comments (9)
Fab job Mike! :)
I though the gorgeous mansion was real...dream meets reality is harsh, still, it would be too much for me.
Ah the bitter taste of reality Really like this one
Oh mannnn, it sucks so bad that it was just a dream! I'd be so heartbroken, lol
You were dreaming the Life of Riley. You had everything you wanted but would that make you really happy. Great work.
It's good to dream.
Brilliant, sounds like quite a dream!
This is completely relatable and a great fit for the prompt. Well done.
I have everything here and I’m happy that you treat me to coffee every day by the pool... 'Kostas, wake up, and your mother-in-law is calling. The almond trees want you to gather the almonds. Get the stick ready, poor thing, have you turned over again?