Dumbledoorreeee

"... Severus, please." 


The infamous last words of this magical being right before he was killed.  He's courageous; he's smart; he's old but wise, and he has a LOT of virtue going on.  He's Dumbledore, the famous old wizard in J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series.  I have a lot of respect for this dude, even IF he is a fictional character in a book.  Throughout the first couple of books, Dumbledore is deemed a powerful, but respected, figure in the Wizarding world.  You don't find out too much about his character, other than the fact that he has a lot of respect for the young protagonist, Harry Potter, and helps him out in his quest.  Although Dumbledore is not the main character of the series, he is my literary hero.

What Do I See?

     Every morning, I wake up  (I know, way to state the obvious, Amber). But seriously, I do; I wake up, I dread the idea of leaving my dream world, and I slowly stretch my way up and off my bed. Every morning I gaze at the same white ceiling; every morning I turn to the left to see the same brown closet doors; every morning I stand up and face the same open door. And you know what? Through that open door, I see the same, blank, white wall. For the past eight years, I have gazed upon the same white wall; it hasn't changed one bit. It's a bit ironic, how the plain white wall contrasts with my life... greatly Every day, my life's mood alternates between really exciting to excruciatingly dull. My wall? No, it stays the same. I mourn silently over the dullness that presents itself to me every single morning.

My Idea of a Realistic "Utopia"....

I'm sitting in my living room, by myself, on a Saturday morning.  It's about 5:55am, and the sun is just rising.  I see rays of orange, pink, blue, and a slight shade of lavender. It kind of reminds of a movie scene, where the main character looks out his or her window and reminisces about the life he or she has been given; not only that, but that character pictures his or her life in utter perfection.  I try to do the same thing, and I slowly make my way towards my window, waiting for an epiphany or revelation to hit.  I move my curtain, and as the golden light from the sun hits me, I see...