The American Dream. A fantasy that could be turned into a reality and something that meant different things to everyone. No one has the same dream, we all want something that we feel will fulfill us, with what? Well, that’s the question.

Miranda had grown up in the side show business. Moving from town to town, performing for crowds to hear them applaud and cheer her. Risking her life over and over again for that high that can only come from being on stage. But that was the old Miranda.

She meet her husband at a Ren Fairee, he was one of the knights of the Kings Court. Fighting with both long sword and joust. But it was his spark of life and the way he always made her smile that won her over.
Sitting in her shop, she sanded down a cabinet they found at a yard sale. Pausing her work, she heard the soft cooing from the baby monitor and smiled. Brandon was sleeping soundly, and sounded like he was having a good dream.

How did she get so lucky? Her own business, refurbishing old furniture, which was doing quite well, plus a loving husband and a healthy son. She never imagined she would settle down and start a life, pursuing a secret dream she had as a kid.

It was funny, she still performed from time to time. Though now it was safe stunts, no more swords or fire, simply contortion and tarot. Her and her husband still worked at the same Ren Fairee when it came once a year, but most of their life was quiet and uneventful.

If you asked her, she’d say it was perfect, The American Dream. A house, family, business, what more could she want?


Smiling blissfully, she sets back to work.