The Wedding

I entered the room nervously, knowing I was out of place. Not in terms of clothing though. I wore jeans and a white t-shirt and the rest of the room had on very similar attire. I sat down in the bleachers with not much butt room and a very tall setting in which my toes barely reached the top of the next row. Each row also swayed back and forth like porch swings... but nobody else seemed to make them move. It was only me! Bleachers weren't normal bleachers. Once I started swaying it was hard to stop. The kind lady next to me did keep trying to help me as she giggled at my unfortunate state. That's when i figured out that i was in the midst of a wedding. Nobody was dressed up, but the atmosphere was one of joy and love which are the ingredients to a perfect ceremony.
I finally calmed down enough that the row stopped rocking. Seemed to me like it moved on anxiety alone and I had a lot of it. Women dressed in nice sweaters and elaborate robes entered the arena from the bottom left. They circled the crowd, weaving in and out of the rows playing some form of patty cake with each other till they were right in front of me. Then one of the three ladies missed her cue. They stopped for a moment, talked about the mistake, fixed it and moved on. Nobody seemed to notice. Or care. Not your typical wedding if I may say so myself.
My leg slipped and the bench rocked again, almost as if to pinpoint my nervousness and turn all eyes in my direction. The preacher looked at me and laughed, mentioning how silly it was that the bench was rocking while nothing was happening. The boy sitting to my right grabbed my hand and told me to relax. "It's just a wedding," he said. I turned to look at him... and woke up.