Archive for January, 2012

This Morning

Filed under: short stories — Hope on January 13, 2012 @ 5:13 pm

So I was walking down the steps, about to exit the building, when someone in front of me looks behind me and excitedly says, “Oh it’s Oprah”. I glanced behind me but decided to go on my way, for fear of being part of the coming annoyance, when then and there I slipped and fell on my butt, right in front of Oprah Winfrey! It took me a second to get up because I felt tired and weak, but I eventually got up and she came towards me. Her adoring fan yelled to her, “you’re good!”. She humbly accepted it but as she looked towards me I sensed her doubt and a desire for reassurance. It was weird, she looked at me almost as if she knew me. So as she came towards me I looked her straight in the face and said “You are good Oprah. You’re really good at what you do.” She politely said “thanks” and seemed to gravitate towards me, then came in for a hug! While we hugged I said “God loves you, He does.” She took it with a grain of salt and then started walking with me and talking to me like we were old friends. I went through the first door, then opened the 2nd for her, while asking which way she was going. She pointed to the right and moved quickly, but let me walk alongside with ease. I was relieved I didn’t have anywhere to be at the moment. I went off into a bit of a daze and when I came back she was talking about some girl named Heather and Heather’s mom, whom Oprah was apparently close friends with. She laughed at something funny that happened with Heather’s mom, that I somehow should have known about, so I laughed along. Then we came to a corner where we were passing “Lui Lee’s” Restaurant and she told me her friend, Debra, owned it, but she had never gotten a chance to try it. I told her I had been there before, and how it was a little ironic that my friend Ray Lee was the one that took me. I told Oprah all about Ray and his restaurant knowledge and that he had told me it was one of the top restaurants in the area. She was happy to know how much I enjoyed the food and said something to the affect of “Well hell, Debra would!”. I laughed and we continued walking, the closer we got to her destination the more curious I got about how comfortable she was with me. We came upon a group of her friends sitting at a table in an open air cafe, with an empty chair waiting for her. It was obvious to me that this was an important meeting for which I was not invited, so I began to walk backwards in order to somehow wiggle my way out of the awkward situation of no longer feeling I should be there. She looked back at me saying she liked my haircut. I replied, “thanks” and then she introduced me to her friends as Heather. I had to gather my thoughts as I quickly realized that the whole time Oprah thought I was her friend’s daughter. Then she said, “take off your sunglasses and let me see your face”. I walked closer to the table to begin my speech for what felt like the the introduction to the Gettysburg address. I could say nothing but “Oh no, I’m sorry, please don’t think Oprah is crazy, or that I am crazy, but apparently she mistook me for her friend’s daughter. I am not Heather…” for the last part I decided it best to remove my sunglasses, then stated, “I am Hope.” Oprah looked at me shocked and appalled with even a bit of disgust and I could do nothing but turn around and walk away quickly and quietly.

Then I woke up this morning and pondered a while on my funny dream.


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