19 going on 40

I go home on a tiring Monday when the teachers mistreated us as usual. This school really is a crazy one! But chhhut I must not tell that. So I go to sleep after eating. Oh thank you, the inventor of bed! I have the feeling that tonight, I am going to dream. I smile : I used to dream of crazy things! I close my eyes...

... and I open it quickly. I hear my husband who whishes me a happy birthday : I am 40 today! My child brings me my breakfast in my bed. My son is Milo, a 17-year-old boy. His name comes from Atlantide, the Disney cartoon, I love it! His sister is shier than him, she is 14. She discovers the joys of adolescence, even if she doesn't seem to appreciate it. Something is watching me, near the door : Ciko, a marvellous dog. My grandma had a labrador that names the same, she used to say « If only dog can speak ! ». It is a sort of tribute. My phone is ringing : it is my boss. I work for the newspaper Marianne, but I am a correspondent, I don't live in Paris, thanks God! I had what I wanted : be independent. I get a charming house in Toulouse, with an oval swimming-pool, as the one my parents have built. My job is very important. I am quite famous thanks to an investigation that dismantles a huge prostitute trafic. By the way, PPDA is Ivy's godfather. Milo's one is Benoit Angely, a great basketball reporter. My husband respects totally my obsession for my job, he is wonderful. We got married at sunset, on a beach of Mauritius Island. My dear friends Natasha and Marie-Ange prepared everything, they are the godmother of my child. My life is incredible!

Today, my boss wants me to make a report about the war between China ans Japan. I don't really enjoy it, this conflict is so dangerous. But I have no choice, so I leave. Unfortunately, I had the injured hand. God, I have always been scared about having an injured hand! So I return to my house quickly and I see my husband, my dear husband, with another woman. What a surprise! I should have thought about it, faithful men don't exist. But I still have the essential : my child. Even not. Milo is a real junky and my little daughter sleeps with all the boys of her school! What did I do to deserve that? I scream...

... and I wake up. Thanks, we still are in 2009! I'm laughing : it's no use dreaming of something else, something better. There always are positive and negative things all around the world, nothing can change that. I sleep again...

Manon Soucasse