Not so Heavenly

As I typed at my computer I felt a strong hand slither it's way onto my shoulder. The hand slowly massaged my shoulder and gently caressed it. I turned around expecting to see the face of my husband, Logan, but as I turned, my face quckly dropped, it was my father.

"P... Pa?" I stammered.

This wasn't real. I opened my mouth to scream, but his hand had reached up and clamped itself on my mouth, muting me. I began to try and squirm free of his grip, but he had me pinned. Suddenly, his hand released my mouth and I thought that I was free. Then, as quickly as it ended, it started again. Pa pulled my pillowcase down over my face and began tightening it. I tried to fight for air, but it was useless. I was being murdered by my father and no one could hear my muffled screams. I slowly began to black out and I let out one last cry.

As the darkness overcame me, I bolted awake. I was drenched in pools my own sweat. I was having the same dream that I had been having all week. I just don't understand why. Pa has been dead for quite some time now. I just haven't gotten over him blaming me for my mother's death. Everytime he looked at me, it was with pure hatred and disgust. I began to silently sob. I grasped my knees and buried my head in my arms. Logan shuffled beside me and halfway opened one of his eyes. Groggily, he sat up and put his arm around me. I jumped, frightened from the nightmare I had just had.

"Heaven, what's wrong? Why are you so jumpy?" Logan asked, concerned.

"I just... I just had that dream again, with my father in it. This time, I actually died," I sobbed.

Logan tried to comfort me, but I couldn't calm down. I told Logan that I didn't want to keep him up all night, and I would go sleep on the couch. He reluctantly agreed. I stumbled through the dark to the couch. I turned on the small victorian lamp my grandmother had given me before she passed away. It spread a small golden gleam upon my face. I reached for the remote to the television and flipped through the channels. It was too late for late night movies and too early for any kind of good television. I switched it off. I grabbed the fleece blanket that was folded up underneath me. I unfolded it and covered my shivering body. I curled up onto the couch and let my tired eyes slowly close.

When I woke up, it was to the smell of breakfast in the kitchen. I wondered why Logan would be here now. I looked at the clock above the couch; 8:30. Logan should definitely be at work now. I didn't think anything else of it and stumbled into the bathroom. I peered at my appearance in the mirror. I had dark circles under my eyes. I looked like a mess. I splashed some cool water onto my face.

After I finished in the bathroom, I walked out towards the kitchen. Lo and behold, there sat Logan.

"Logan, why aren't you at work?" I asked.

Logan stood up and smiled coyly. He walked over and kissed my cheek.

"I figured I could call in a little late today and treat you to something nice," said Logan.

I walked over to the cupboards and pulled down a coffee mug. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down indian style at our small breakfast nook. The sun was dully shining through the stained glass window. I sighed and dumped a packet of sweetener into my coffee.

"Logan, could you get me some creamer, please?" I asked.

He didn't answer. I looked up to see the reason for the silence, but Logan was gone. I shrugged and got up for the creamer myself.

"Logan?" I called, "Logan, where are you?"

I looked at the counter and saw a small post it note in Logan's handwriting. Sorry, Heaven, I was in a rush, I said goodbye but you were in a daze. Again. I'll see you when you get home. I love you.

Did he really say goodbye? I sighed and sauntered into the living room. The early morning sun was shining a wall of dust through the house.

"Boy, I really need to clean up," I mumbled.

I went to the closet off of the living room and pulled out the vacuum cleaner and the dust mop.

"Just what I want to be doing at 9:00 in the morning," I whined.

I set to work cleaning the house. By 10:15, I was done.

"Well there, that didn't take too long," I sighed a sigh of relief.

I heard a someone fumbling with keys at the front door, I walked over and peered through the lookhole. It was Logan. I opened the door and laughed at him.

"What in the world are you doing?" I laughed.

"Well, I was trying to surprise you," he said, "but, you, little Miss Nosey had to destroy my plans!" he said, sticking his tongue out at me.

Logan fumbled with something behind his back. I grabbed at his arms and tried to twist him around.

"Ah, hah, hah, no!" he cried, "just wait a minute."

I groaned, "For what!"

"Don't you have to go shopping today or something?" his eyes gleamed.

"Well... I suppose I could do something, I mean I have been cleaning all morning," I said sarcastically.

I kissed his cheek, and with one last grab behind his back, I turned and headed to the bathroom for a shower.