Pressure

We were bouncing around. It made sense in the way only a dream could. One moment driving, the next at a water park. But it wasn't a water park. We were together. Which was nice.

We were with his family. But it wasn't his family.

We were all in the water, but I don't remember being wet. All of a sudden his brother, who wasn't his brother, gave me a ring. Diamonds surrounding a big stone that was pink and green. It was hideous and I loved it. I wasn't confused as to why his brother had proposed for him.

I walked back down to where he was so he could put it on my finger. He laughed, pulling a different ring out of his pocket.

According to the laws of physics, this ring didn't work. According to my dream, it did.

Thick and silver, the diamond couldn't be seen until released from a spring latch. You pressed down. Released. Then a panel moved aside and the diamond setting came up.

It was weird.

I preferred the pink and green one.

It was all very anti climactic.

I tried to take a picture. I had to post it. That's what the protocol is now, right? He proposes. You post. Have to see the ring, it's all anyone is interested in.

As I try to angle my phone just right, I look in the screen and watch as the diamond begins to shrink. I pull the phone away and it returns to normal. I repeat.

It wasn't ready for societies pressure.