I’m at some sort of party at my house in the Upper Peninsula. The reason I don’t know what kind of party is that I can’t seem to open my eyes. I figures it must be my wedding reception or my college graduation party—but I can’t remember anything up to that day. I remember waking up in the morning and trying to get ready and being excited, but not being able to open my eyes. It’s as if my lashes were glued together in the night like the time I had pink eye and they were gobbed up with eye grossness. All day I spent preparing for this party, I can hear all my friends and my boyfriend and no one seems to notice my lack of sight. I’m actually getting around fine and I know who everyone is without seeing them. But it’s really bugging me because I want to know what the occasion is. I’m wearing a nice dress, I can feel that it’s long and I’m wearing heels. It’s a summer day, I can feel the sun warming my face, and the sun is bright enough for me to see it through my eyelids. Every once in a while I can lift them and see out of one for a second. People keep congratulating me and telling me how happy they are for me, but their comments are so ambiguous that I can’t tell what is going on. I’m being polite because my parents are there. I’m trying to get my boyfriend alone to ask him why I can’t see and what is going on….I wake up with a start and my eyes open immediately.
I head down to the beach because it is really nice out. My friend Tarah is riding on this fake horse from a Merry-go round and I have my own, just like when the horses leave the Merry-go-round in Mary Poppins. We think how cool it would be if we took them out on the lake, but before we can, we get attacked by horseflies. I run to the dock and go to jump off, but it is much shorter now because we had to close the resort down from the horsefly problem. I’m trying to swim away and I find my mom in the water with me. We look back to the shore and the whole resort is there applauding my mother. My old cheerleading coach and Sally (from Third Rock from the Sun) are preparing a speech on how great my mom is. “Many people have done many great things since this war started on September 11th, but Ann Jo Bitely has done more than wonders this summer with this war on horseflies. She has done a wonderful job organizing the boats that take people to the middle of the lake so that they don’t get bitten,” says Mrs. Mansfield. Then they cut to a scene where Mrs. Mansfield and Sally are preparing a dance sequence for my mom. They are wearing tons of sequins and ugly pink feathers all over. My mom didn’t cry, which surprises me because she always cries when people try to congratulate her. I wake up trying to figure out how the flies could be stopped.
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