.....ummmmmm.....wow. (one large, heavy ornately decorated door swings open)So this is what it looks like in here. ( as i proceed to the center of the room...bags in hand i attempt to do my best Mary Tyler Moore, a la Times Square Impression) Not quite what i expected, ( i look about) but i'll take it. Yeah.....i can get used to this. This is my first time here.....doing this....this....blogging thing...the world wide interweb and the what not. wow. (toss my bag on the affluently baroque, and once again large, couch) nice digs....( i proceed cautiously to the ginormous four post cherry wood bed, run my hand over the soft down linens. Place my face directly in said linens and take in the freshly laundered scent....ummmmmm....i love that smell! I pull my head up from the freshness and pause. curtly look left.curtly look right.....pause...am i alone? Is this for real? for a brief instant i feel as though a crew will waltz in and remove the walls take all the furniture away and i will beleft to ponder a creuel cruel joke. i slowly turn my head to look behind me. nope no one...just me... I am doing it! i can take it no more! i hurriedly scurry up the side of the bed, stand on the surface of the four poster.....AND...... JUMP!!!!!!AND JUMP!!!!! AND JUMP!!!!!...only to crumble into the arms of the goose feathers and sink right in. They hold me gently but firm. i close my eyes and take a deep breath...my heart is pounding with excitement in anticipation of this experience....and ...also from my furious release of energy atop this fortress of a sleeping place. Yes, i can get used to this.
I guess an introduction is in order. Hello interweb my name is Natasha ( I delicately grab the left and right edges of my dress pull them outward and, in the most elegant manner i can muster, i curtsy....not quite sure who to...but ok) .....i ....i.....well....ummm....(all of the sudden i feel such pressure, as if on stage at the Metropolitan Opera House for a aria...all alone....full house... there is a hot, bright spotlight blinding me. And at that instant it dawns on me, i am neither an opera singer, nor a man......... WAIT!..WAIT A MINUTE! HOLD THE PHONE!..how in the hell did i wind up MY analogy...A MAN?! Who in the hell is pulling the strings here?! I rip off my tux, and mustache [ouch!] to reveal a gorgeous couture gown...ahhhh, much better....now....back to the pressure...ahhhh the glorious pressure of an empty white canvas)....Where to begin?....ummmmmm...i...am a alive. (Good a place to start as any.) I am a female. I am an artist. (wow that isnt pretentious) ......[knock on the door](? what the heck? who is at the door? how is that possible? i know no one here......)...... Excuse me one sec. Thank you............ (i answer the door)(ohhhh....house keeping....with my towels and various bathroom sundries to keep me clean, beautiful and smelling wonderful.) Thank you for these....have a wonderful day..............Please excuse me while i put these away. Thank you.............i am back. It seems in my excitement to arrive....i arrived a smidge too early and they weren't quite finished setting this place up........ Wonderful all is done neat, orderly and in place...(we will see how long that lasts). Now where were we? Oh yes, my gloriously riveting and pretentious intro.....
