Wedding Bells at Eighteen!

I couldn't have been any younger, any more innocent, vulnerable and gullible, I was only eighteen, and I laid on my bed, in the room i shared with my sister, she slept off as our discussion faded, my Dad from the sitting room had just shut down the TV and gone to bed, I heard the sound of his bedroom door close, and i knew i was all alone, alone on this wedding Eve.

It was morning and the bells in my church, the church adjacent the junction to our house rang, the pastor does not tolerate late coming, not even today that i'm the bride, my Mum rushed my aunts as they made final attempts on fastening my belts, it was a ball gown, one of the loveliest there ever could be, my make up was good, i stole a look or two at the mirror and blushed. then the bells went again.

I entered the car with my Dad beside me, my thoughts wondered to the days that have been, and the days that are to come, to and fro like a pendulum, i always wanted to get married, but today i feel so unprepared, I wish my marriage, just like and beautifully tailored gown and well done make up will turn out great, but should i leave that to chance? several emotions welled up, Joy, fear, love, and worse of all confusion. I looked at my Dad, hoping the fear will hide beneath the Smile, he held my hand a little tighter than usual. he probably shared my many emotions.

The three minutes drive to church seemed like forever, my heart began to Beat irregularly like an amateur drummers work, The whole wedding Party was outside waiting for my arrival. The match to aisle was long, my hand in my Dad's, and my groom smiling at the other end, close to the alter.

He stared into my eyes, I missed a step, I slipped, my dad held me close so i did not fall.

My alarm rang and i wondered why the Wedding bell is still ringing, it rang again and woke!Still in my pajamas, lying beside my lightly snoring sister, i stretched my arm to stop the alarm, smiled at how "wake up" alarm tone could ever sound like wedding bells. I laughed at the fact that I'm not getting married with all those unmatching colours of emotions.

Ten Years gone by so quickly, am grown, still a bit innocent, not so ignorant, and alot more confident, I hear the wedding bells ring. Wedding bells at twenty eight!