After tossing and turning for countless hours, Monáe Jackson pulled the covers off of herself to sit on the side of her daybed. Her Insomnia was getting ridiculous, and it was becoming a problem not only for her, but the people she worked for who needed her every thought to design and make sales. After graduating from high school, she was working at a mom and pop store when a man approached her with the job offer of a lifetime, working as a shoe designer alongside the famous shoe designer Christian Loubotin. But lately she had not been getting sleep due to one particular recurring dream. A man, no, a giant with hair that was as black as the night itself, green eyes that seemed to bore into her very soul, and toned muscles bulging through his shirt was enough to frighten her. But it seemed strange to her how this stranger had hands that were so soft when he would reach out to caress her face. She didn't know who he was or what he wanted but she was going to find out. So she figured that maybe a trip to Barbados with the cool, calm breeze, beautiful scenery, and intoxicating food would put her at ease. No such luck, because it was as if her body and her brain were not on the same page, and it was all due to one man.
It was when she was 1 ½ years into working there, that the visions began to happen. It started with her waking up in the morning to see him standing in the corner of her bedroom, then to seeing him the passenger seat of her Tessa, and gradually in every mirror that she looked in. But it was when she started seeing him in her dreams; she knew she had to get away.
Sighing, she got up and walked to the bay doors of her hotel suite to look out at the sky. She had the ultimate view from her window that anybody would be jealous of. The nighttime sky showed just the right amount of bright stars, the breeze was blowing ever so gently, moving the coconut palm trees around as if they were dancing. Sighing to herself, she looked down at the beach, smiling as an idea suddenly came to her.
"Well, if the beach can't help me, nothing can, "she sighed. Grabbing her sandals, her baby blue silk robe, and keycard, she set out to the floor level of the 2nd floor. From there she walked through the pool area, opened another pair of bay doors and walked out onto the deck. She stopped to breathe in the fresh ocean air. Yes, this was definitely a good idea. Monáe took off her shoes, walked down the deck stairs and onto the cool sand. Sighing, she could already feel the tension in her body melting away.
She started walking, looking out at the ocean and watching the waves roll in, loving nothing more than to lie down in those waves and let them carry her away. Monáe started to think about the mystery man in her dreams, trying to at least put a name with the face she had seen. After 5 minutes nothing had come to mind and she was tired of walking. She found a nice spot where she could capture the perfect view of the moon and the ocean together. Leaning her head against the bark of the tree, Monáe closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of the ocean. She was on her way to a beautiful dream, when she heard footsteps on the sand coming closer and closer to her. She shut her eyes tighter, hoping that whatever or whoever was there would just leave her alone. But instead the footsteps came to a stop at her feet. After a moment of silence, she finally opened her eyes, and was staring into those same burning green eyes again…