If I could do any job for just one day I’d like to be considered royalty. A princess or a queen. I’d like to experience a day in the life of that. Someone to wake me up, open the curtains of the sixteen windows in my room, bring me breakfast in bed, my coffee prepared just the way I like it. Waking up in a huge plush four poster bed in a bedroom that’s the size of my whole house right now.
I’d wander the halls and touch and marvel at the gilded decor, the furnishings, the artwork and just all the space. I wouldn’t have to decide what I’m doing that day, it would be decided for me and I would merely float through the halls, my every move guided by someone in front of me.
Around two pm, someone would run a deep bubble bath for me, just the temperature I like and have warm towels waiting when I stood up to get out. I’d want to get dressed for dinner in something that takes two hours to get into, have someone do my hair, my makeup and attend a fancy soiree, with other royals and vip’s. We’d eat the fanciest foods, drink the best champagne and have a few laughs.
At this gala, we’d be honouring someone I know well and I’d give the speech. It would be engaging and funny and so well written that my audience would be sad when it ended. And it would leave people thinking wow, this princess/queen has it all going on.
At the end of the evening, I’d have my lady’s maid help undress me and run me another bath. I’d sip some sparkling water from within the depths of my hot bubble bath and my husband would stop in to chat about how the evening went. Then he goes to his bed and I crawl into mine, which has been turned down and warmed up for me. I lay my head on the pillow and within seconds I’m asleep.

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