The place is so wonderful. the air so clean and fresh. Love the tall pines and the random wild animals such as deer,moose,fox and even a random bear or two.I never want to leave. The kids are all adults now and the grandchildren now are growing, oh, life has really been so good.The sounds in the kitchen and smells of fresh bread make me feel as though I'm in heaven itself.We sure made a good choice in setting the sky and living room windows so close together.It makes the view so much more intense.the stereo is playing a soft version of a Frank Sinatra retrospective. OOOOhhh, those hands come from behind kneed my shoulderrs and neck...what a wonderful mate, when we met it was love at first sight.Never ended.
Being so relaxed now makes me think of how we got here. All those early days working double shifts..those quick moments together at night that brought throes of excstatic exaustion together. Waking up and doing it all again. Watching the children grow into their own, seeing little versions of ourselves.Time just seem to fly by.Then for no reason, out of nowhere it wasn't enough.the days turned to night.Someone was always watching us.I know it was someone from church but could never see the face. Then came the horrible day.the breakins, the missing items, the messages scrolled on the walls.
The authorities took out statements, gave us their cards always said "
We are working on it". it never stopped. After years of torment , it dawned on me. Someone has to know me very closely.The distrust of my partner started.I will get to the bottom of this, whoever you are I'll find you.Well... the night came and slowly the bump and movement from my otherside alerted me.Pounding, Throbbing Heart......I must keep my eyes closed.....My mate was leaving the bedroom going into the hallway.Jumping up but stealthfully following, the garage door from the inside opened and could hear the rattling of tools and shelves being rustled through.. then The shadow walks back in.I hear the sound of spray paint. It finishes. the steps to the garage. Then the closing of the door.
Oh my God,What is happening?!, I rush to my bed.My partner comes back to bed.I wait, moreafter the urge to see what was painted on the walls gives it's opportunity.
The words, in Large letters that encompass the wall say," This is the Way It Ends".Panic sets in.The next day at dawn after no sleep before the kids go to school, I make sure their lunchs are ready and they don't see the living room since our house is built where the bedrooms lead to a hallway and then a foyer., On to the bus they go. My Lover,mate partner in life will be up shortly.Could it just be sleepwalking? If it is we have to get help.
That wake up confrontation was so frustrating, the denial, the accusations the screaming. I just couldn't take it.We parted for the day and the card left me by the dowtown detective was rung. he came by, asked questions, took photographs and asked me to come down to the station.
Oh, my...why is this chair so uncomfortable?...I want to blink. Why can't I blink?..Hey that bright light surrounded by darkness, wait, I'm in a darkened room.I hear voices, "It should be working for another hour", another one " They grow a tolerance after a while".... The I realize I'm immobile....What is this place, Where am I? My face itches..I scream; "Hey what is this, then I notice a screen in front of me...images of my family,a yard, our dog.
Panic sets in and I start to scream...What is this? Let me go!!!!
A voice ,a door closing.Then soothing words..it's alright, calm down..My dry eyes feel wetness.Light from the screen becomes intense, I begin to float towards it..then I relax......take a breath...ohh, yes... this is where I belong..my home...my bed..Guess it was just a nightmare.Oh, well, it happens.
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