Sweet Dreams in a Nightmare
don't own it this one is just a quickie
A nightmare, my life has officially become one long unending nightmare. The doctor just told me that Vaughn and I had been exposed to a deadly virus in Taipei.
The images of that horrible night play through my mind as they take my blood. And as I walk down the corridor to wait with Vaughn, I feel like I am walking my own funeral march. I wonder when I got to the point where everyday felt like I was dying rather than living.
When I enter the room, I am somewhat taken back and the one bright spot in this dark dream-like reality that I call my life. He looks like an angel, with his white T-shirt on, that's slightly glowing from the window's light.
I'm speechless; it's like that between Vaughn and me. It's like this weird telepathic connection something that I don't even really believe in it. It's the kind of things you only see in the movies or on those really dramatic TV shows.
Somehow we have it, so I just stand there starring into his eyes, letting all the unspoken words pass between us. The guilt for having allowed him to go with me to Taipei, the worry about, well everything, and the exhaustion of yet another brush with death.
After a while he simply says, "I know." And I completely, with out a doubt believe him, if nothing else that's one thing he has definitely earned,,, my trust.
So we sit, and meld ourselves together, supporting each other, keeping each other together, like glue, the super kind that glue two hands together if your not careful!
After awhile, the doctor comes in and orders us to rest, so we do; on separate beds of course, because after all there are surveillance cameras everywhere.
I curl up, and get lost in his emerald eyes, and drift off to another reality, a blissfully normal reality.
It involves a cute cottage house, painted yellow with white trim and a bright red door, that I walk through. When I enter all my loved ones turn around to cheerfully welcome me with a "HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!"
I smile and give out hugs and kisses like they are going out of style! I hug Will and Francie and their new baby. Then I move on to Mom and Dad, but am interrupted by two little familiar faces who are calling me "Mommy!" "Mommy! Mommy! Come quick daddy is going to ruin the pies!"
"Well we can't have that can we, what's Thanksgiving without pie!?!"
I follow the delicious aroma to a Martha Stewart Kitchen, okay maybe it's more Trading Spaces with a Laurie and Vern combined effort!
And there he stands, my own Naked Chef, but with clothes on, hmm (bad thought).
"Sweety?" I say "It's Thanksgiving, don't frost the pies!"
"Well, I can't let all this frosting go to waste!" He grins mischievously.
"Michael! Get your mind out of the gutter, at least until the family leaves!"
This earns me a good two-minute kissing session, which might have gone longer, had not a house full of hungry people come to check on the progress.
After a good laugh at our expense everyone rolls up their sleeves to speed up the process. And life is great, its worth living, and I'm surrounded by what its worth living for, and I look up and just stare into my husbands green eyes, and we don't talk, we don't have to, we already know, but I decide to tell him anyway, just for good measure.
"Michael, can I tell you something?"
"Please do, I'd love to hear anything you have to say," he's always great with responses!
"I love you"
"I love you too, Syd"
The world around us fades away. Resting my head on his shoulder, I feel completely safe, completely loved, completely at peace.
The dream ends and I feel myself returning to the nightmare that is my life. But as I open my eyes I realize there might be something worth living for after all.
THE END
don't own it this one is just a quickie
A nightmare, my life has officially become one long unending nightmare. The doctor just told me that Vaughn and I had been exposed to a deadly virus in Taipei.
The images of that horrible night play through my mind as they take my blood. And as I walk down the corridor to wait with Vaughn, I feel like I am walking my own funeral march. I wonder when I got to the point where everyday felt like I was dying rather than living.
When I enter the room, I am somewhat taken back and the one bright spot in this dark dream-like reality that I call my life. He looks like an angel, with his white T-shirt on, that's slightly glowing from the window's light.
I'm speechless; it's like that between Vaughn and me. It's like this weird telepathic connection something that I don't even really believe in it. It's the kind of things you only see in the movies or on those really dramatic TV shows.
Somehow we have it, so I just stand there starring into his eyes, letting all the unspoken words pass between us. The guilt for having allowed him to go with me to Taipei, the worry about, well everything, and the exhaustion of yet another brush with death.
After a while he simply says, "I know." And I completely, with out a doubt believe him, if nothing else that's one thing he has definitely earned,,, my trust.
So we sit, and meld ourselves together, supporting each other, keeping each other together, like glue, the super kind that glue two hands together if your not careful!
After awhile, the doctor comes in and orders us to rest, so we do; on separate beds of course, because after all there are surveillance cameras everywhere.
I curl up, and get lost in his emerald eyes, and drift off to another reality, a blissfully normal reality.
It involves a cute cottage house, painted yellow with white trim and a bright red door, that I walk through. When I enter all my loved ones turn around to cheerfully welcome me with a "HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!"
I smile and give out hugs and kisses like they are going out of style! I hug Will and Francie and their new baby. Then I move on to Mom and Dad, but am interrupted by two little familiar faces who are calling me "Mommy!" "Mommy! Mommy! Come quick daddy is going to ruin the pies!"
"Well we can't have that can we, what's Thanksgiving without pie!?!"
I follow the delicious aroma to a Martha Stewart Kitchen, okay maybe it's more Trading Spaces with a Laurie and Vern combined effort!
And there he stands, my own Naked Chef, but with clothes on, hmm (bad thought).
"Sweety?" I say "It's Thanksgiving, don't frost the pies!"
"Well, I can't let all this frosting go to waste!" He grins mischievously.
"Michael! Get your mind out of the gutter, at least until the family leaves!"
This earns me a good two-minute kissing session, which might have gone longer, had not a house full of hungry people come to check on the progress.
After a good laugh at our expense everyone rolls up their sleeves to speed up the process. And life is great, its worth living, and I'm surrounded by what its worth living for, and I look up and just stare into my husbands green eyes, and we don't talk, we don't have to, we already know, but I decide to tell him anyway, just for good measure.
"Michael, can I tell you something?"
"Please do, I'd love to hear anything you have to say," he's always great with responses!
"I love you"
"I love you too, Syd"
The world around us fades away. Resting my head on his shoulder, I feel completely safe, completely loved, completely at peace.
The dream ends and I feel myself returning to the nightmare that is my life. But as I open my eyes I realize there might be something worth living for after all.
THE END