a wedding far away

Date: 6/14/2020

I was in the body of a random woman, who was about to be married to some red-haired guy. I had to try and navigate her life on the day of the ceremony without giving away that I wasn’t actually her. At first, the wedding planner was the only one who could tell I was an imposter–but he wasn’t too concerned. He said it was probably best that the bride-to-be didn’t have to endure the stresses of preparation. He brought me to the venue, which was a huge palace. Only it didn’t have the classic fixtures of a castle. It was dark and decorated like a night club had a baby with an arcade. The caterers had laid out a buffet of hamburgers, pizza, hotdogs, etc. I guessed that the couple weren’t the traditional types. The color theme consisted of ruby red, electric blue, black, and (of course) white. The bridal accents stuck out amongst the dark background, and they glowed under the UV lights. When it was approaching the time for the ceremony, I met up with the groom. I tried my best to act normal, but he could tell something was off about his fiancée. I don’t think he ever would have suspected another person was living in her body, though. After brushing off his questions and concerns about my well-being, I rushed to the bridal chambers to get ready. The wedding gown had a bold style, with a very short length. It was mostly black, with a diagonal white stripe cutting across the chest. With it, I donned black heels and a purple headscarf. As I stepped out, I saw crowds of guests filing in through the front hall. They eagerly moved about the palace, taking their seats at the many tables set out on each floor. In the center of the main hall, the alter seemed more like a stage—it even had a spotlight hanging over it. Considering the sheer volume of the crowd and the way they cheered when my betrothed appeared, I thought that the groom (or perhaps the bride) might be some sort of celebrity. Eventually it came time for me to walk down the aisle. I was really nervous, and I felt horrible that I was basically crashing this wedding, but it didn’t seem like there was anything I could do to get back to my own life. I finally came to the alter and looked up at the groom’s face. He looked so happy. I really didn’t want to steal this special moment from the bride, so I willed with every fiber of my being to escape. When when it was time for vows, the eyes of the audience turned on me. Nervously, I opened my mouth to speak. And then I woke up.