[ WP ] Write a narrative based on the following `` Believing is seeing . The reality that we perceive is the reality we want to see . '' around 700 words .

David called it his study, but really it was just an office like any other, filing cabinet, desk, crappy cord phone, etc. However, everything in a church had to seem holy somehow, so David stuck with calling it a study. 
 
 On the other end of the desk was a young man, chunky in all the wrong places and greasier than bacon. He was wearing a backpack he refused to take off even as he sat down and when he spoke, David wondered if this manatee of a man had actually hit puberty or not. `` I want you to marry me and my wife.'' 
 
 `` Well for starters,'' David sat up, `` If you want me to marry you two, she would n't exactly be your wife now would she?'' 
 
 The man shook his head, `` No, we're already married, but she'd like the ceremony.'' 
 
 David tried to imagine what sort of woman would be with this loser, but smiled pleasantly anyways, `` Fair enough, what's your name?'' 
 
 `` Jeremy Pott.'' 
 
 `` Alright, Jerry,'' David checked his notes, `` We've got a pretty open schedule if you book two months in advance. Got a date in mind?'' 
 
 `` Tomorrow.'' 
 
 David silently asked God what he did to deserve this before sighing, `` I'm afraid that wo n't work out, Jerry. Two months in advance, otherwise I ca n't guarantee anything.'' 
 
 Jeremy scrunched forward in his chair, the legs screeching against the floor with each heave, `` It HAS to be tomorrow.'' 
 
 This was not something David liked to advertise, but he kept a can of mace in his desk drawer, just in case. Being a preacher always meant having to deal with some form of crazy who thought they knew more about Jesus than he did. Or just any sort of crazy really. David saw all sorts and this fellow was just another in a long line of nutjobs. Still he preferred to avoid a ruckus in his study if he could avoid it. `` Why does it have to be tomorrow, Jerry?'' David gave his most holy smile, `` You're young, you're healthy, you've got your whole life ahead of you! I'm sure you could wait just two months.'' 
 
 `` No,'' Jeremy said with a look David did not like at all, `` It has to be tomorrow. I do n't care if no one else shows up, I do n't care if we only get 15 minutes.'' Jeremy was leaning so far forward in his chair he might as well just stand, `` All I need is for you to say the words and let me and my wife say'I do.''' 
 
 `` And kiss?'' David quipped, but Jeremy just stared, `` Okay, Jerry, I understand, but you're asking for a lot. Believe it or not, the church is a pretty busy place,'' David put a hand on his chest, `` I'm a pretty busy guy. We have all sorts of events and services here. In fact, tomorrow we're having a -'' 
 
 When a stack of hundred dollar bills drops on your desk, there is the initial slap that wakes you up and then the gentle rain as every bills falls neatly in place after. It's something of a little miracle. `` Ten thousand dollars for fifteen minutes of your time.'' Jeremy said and he slapped the stack again, `` Five thousand dollars now and five thousand after.'' 
 
 David smiled, `` 9pm good for you?'' 
 
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 Standing at the altar was one of the worst parts of the job. You had to stand there for the whole ceremony, smiling like you're so happy for these strangers who were probably just going to get divorced anyway. And wedding ceremonies could get LONG. People would always take forever with their damn vows and David's knees always started to hurt after an hour of just standing there listening to some morons drone on and on about love. Thankfully, Jeremy was n't the type for gabbing, he did n't even say hello as he walked into the church with a rented tuxedo, clip-on bowtie and his backpack. 
 
 As Jeremy came up to the altar, he straightened his bowtie and smoothed his hair as if anything about him was fixable. `` How do I look?'' 
 
 `` Like a man about to get married.'' David said as cheerfully as he could, `` Is the bride here yet?'' Hopefully Jeremy would still pay even if she was n't. 
 
 `` Yeah,'' Jeremy was still smoothing his hair, `` So I look good, right?'' 
 
 David nodded, still beaming, `` Absolutely splendid. When is she going to enter? Fifteen minutes, remember?'' 
 
 `` Alright,'' Jeremy stood a little straighter and pulled his backpack off, `` Let's start this.'' After a certain point, David had assumed the constant wearing of the backpack was to hide a hump or something, but when Jeremy took the backpack off, he had a normal fat person back as any other fat person would have. 
 
 It was as Jeremy unzipped his backpack that David wondered if he should've brought his can of mace with him. They were alone in the church, the senior's play of Othello had finished more than an hour ago and David had already sent off all the other staff home. The church did n't open until 6 in the morning tomorrow and that was frail little Sister Carol. The only way David could defend himself was with his Bible and as hefty as it was, David did n't think it would help much. 
 
 Jeremy took his wife out of his backpack and the first thing David noticed was that her hair was pink. The second thing he noticed was that she was a pillow. A full body pillow with a pink-haired girl sprawled out as if she were on a bed, her eyes furtively looking up and her hands nervously at her mouth, coincidentally pressing her naked breasts together. 
 
 `` Are you going to say the words or what?'' 
 
 David looked up at Jeremy and realized that he had been staring at a pillow's breasts for about a minute. There was the briefest moment of conflict before David's trademark preacher smile returned, `` Of course, Jerry, you're about to be a very happy man.'' And as David went through the words, he realized that he was the type of person that'd declare a man and his pillow, husband and wife if it meant ten thousand dollars.
