You're The Voice: Introducing Bailey
Salutations earthlings, thank you for leaving 9gag and Facebook long enough to read these words. I’m Bailey Alien and I have the great pleasure of being an insideadog.com.au You’re the Voice contributor. I’m in year 10 at Suzanne Cory High School, found far to the west of a place called suburb.
Welcome, Bailey, this month's You're The Voice contributor!
Not everyone has the opportunity to nestle in their dream reading place. In movies and even in the books themselves, characters curl up snug with their favourite book in a window seat set against the backdrop of the Eiffel Tower… it’s a thought that entices us all. Or maybe a wing chair in front of a roaring fire in your private library. Perhaps a park bench in the bustling city of New York, the ground littered with leaves. What is it that makes a place the perfect one to read in? Is it nature? Is it access to more books? Is it the warmth and comfort of a familiar place? Is it the absolute silence that allows you the space to play out the story in your head as if it were a movie?
The most perfect place to read a book in is a mirage; it is whatever a person wants it to be. For me it’s a place that I’ve never visited or set foot upon outside of my dreams. It’s a place that only I can see inside my head. It’s my happy place.
Today brings rain. The protagonist explains her dread for today’s battle; another round of battling those who make her life miserable. Around me I see the drooping of flowers, gusts of wind blowing my hair into a messy tangle across my face. Pages fly, but I hold my book firmly. Under cover of an old oak tree, I smell the rain washing away the pain as she sees the face she looks for. With him by her side, her courage grows, and the sun peeps out behind the clouds. Today she will face her fears, overcome the looks of disdain, and once again, the flowers will bloom, held strong by the dream of one day reaching the glorious sun, just as one day she will reach the glorious moon.
The clashing of steel upon steel, as the mighty brave warriors fight for their kings. The clashing of thunder and lightning makes my hair stand on end, and reverberates throughout this endless valley of mountains. I can taste the metallic of the blood that seeps from wounds, as I bite my tongue in suspense, waiting for the conqueror to overcome his enemy. The moaning of the injured that travels on the wind reaches me, raising goose-bumps along my skin, despite the layering of clothing I wear. Not all fights are won, it appears, as men fall to the floor, their last wishes going to their families back at home. No one goes home today, and lessons are learnt. I sit and ponder, wondering how things could have played out differently.
Bring Bring goes the alarm. Another day, another book, another dream.
If anyone reading this knows of this place I dream of, this place that mimics the emotions and events of the book I delve upon and creates an environment that lets my senses go wild, be sure to let me know.
Image credit: Feel My Wrath by Michal Ivan