I believe that it was around twenty years ago that I bought the cabin. I was a beautiful place. It had a little gravel walkway up the front to the door with little flowers along the side. The door was made of oak and had one of the most stunning designs on it. Someone put their heart and soul into making it. The inside was fantastic. It had a fireplace made of marble with a mirror hanging above it and a mantle so you could put pictures or flowers on it. There were plush chairs around the fireplace and a bookshelf to side with at least two hundred books, so on one of those lazy, curl-up-with-a-book, days you could do just that. The kitchen had a rustic look to it, not dirty, just rustic. Old cast iron pots and pans, wooden cupboards, chairs and table. The refrigerator between the stove and the sink almost looked out of place or ahead of its time and that it shouldn�t be there. In the main part, there were stairs heading to the bedrooms and a bathroom. Two big fluffy beds in each room covered most of the floor space and each room had a desk tucked away in the corner in case you might need to work on something or write a letter to someone from home. A nice sized window, over looking the beach, was just right. Not too big to let in too much sun in the morning when you wanted to sleep in, but not small enough to make you feel constricted. The bathroom had a whirlpool bath big enough for three people, or two active people. It also had a shower with crystal doors and even a bench to sit on if you just weren�t in the mood to stand. Back on the main floor there were patio doors leading to, of course, a patio. It had a grill to cook your steaks and burgers when you had a party. The patio was big enough to easily fit thirty people. You could see down to the beach below and listen to the crash of the waves. It was perfect to watch the sunrise and sunset, giving the privilege to marvel at its beauty.
The first time I saw her was when I walked on that patio. She was sitting on the rocks on the beach, the wind blowing her long hair. The setting sun silhouetted her body as she stared out at the sparkling water. �Why was there a person on my beach?� I thought to myself.
I had to find out who she was. I ran through the cabin, out the front and onto the path to the beach. The path went through the small woods behind the cabin, so I couldn�t see the beach. I was praying that she would still be there. When I stepped out on the beach it was hard to see everything. The fact that this was the first time I had been on the beach didn�t help much either. I didn�t really know which way was which or where exactly she was. I looked franticly around in hopes that she may catch my eye, but to my dismay, I was wrong. I couldn�t find her. She had left. I sauntered back to the cabin. I fell asleep wondering who this mystery woman was.
The next day I had to go home, back to work. I own a business downtown, not far form my apartment, which sells computer hardware and software. We sell every thing that has to do with computers, actually. I enjoy my work very much, namely because it makes me a lot of money. That day though, I could hardly keep my mind on the job. I kept daydreaming about that mysterious woman. Her image was burnt into my mind and I couldn�t shake it. My friends at work kept asking me what was wrong and why I was acting so distant. I told them that nothing was wrong with me, because, in fact, there really wasn�t. I have never felt better in my life. My business was doing fantastic and I had just purchased the most wonderful cabin I had ever seen. What more could I ask for? After a while I began to clear my head I got back to work.
Near the end of the day I held a short meeting; well actually I walked from my office out into the middle of my store and told all my employees to gather around and I did that little arm wavy thing over my head. I told them that the next weekend the store was going to close, everyone had the weekend off, and on top of that, they were still going to get paid for the day off. I let them know that I was having a barbecue at my cabin and that everyone was invited to come. I even put a post on the bulletin board for those people who were not at work that day. The bulletin read, �There is no work this weekend the store will be closed. However you are all invited to come to my cabin for the entire weekend. The only thing you will need is a tent, I don�t have enough rooms for all of you, and everything else will be provided. This is not a mandatory event, but it would be nice to see all of you there. Also you will all be paid for the time you would have worked on the weekend. Hope to see you there. For directions take a map below. It explains everything you need to know.�
The week dragged on, as it usually does when you are waiting for something, and every minute felt like an hour. The papers on my desk seemed a mile high, and the phone was never silent. I realized that maybe I shouldn�t have announced my party at the first of the week. I should have waited till at least Wednesday. That way my staff and I wouldn�t be waiting forever for the �Weekend that never comes�.
I couldn�t wait to show off my new place. I wanted to throw the biggest staff party of the year. I bought so much food that I could have fed a small starving country. I took the day off on Friday and I spent it cleaning up the cabin. I washed down every wall, made sure that there wasn�t a cobweb to be seen. I wiped the windows so clean that they almost hurt your eyes when you looked at them. The bathroom was spotless and the kitchen, the same. I even swept the deck clean of any leaves or dirt and put out some extra chairs around the table that was off to the side. The cabin was as clean as it ever would be. After all that work I decided to take a rest. I grabbed the first book, off of the bookshelf by the fireplace, and a beer from the fridge and headed to the patio. The book I was reading was called �Toss of the Coin� never even heard of it until I had picked it up from the shelf. It was a very interesting book. Something about fate, friendship and a guy named Jess Moss. My eyes began to hurt after a while; I must have been reading for hours. I looked at my watch and realized that it was getting near 7:30p.m.The sun was setting and it was getting hard to read, so I closed the book and got up out of my chair. It was getting late so I figured I might as well just stay the night and just greet everyone here when they come tomorrow at noon. I had a good stretch and I took a big breath of fresh air, which was a refreshing change from the city�s smog, and I gazed down to the beach. Just then I remembered the girl that was there the week before. I wondered if I would be lucky enough to catch another glimpse of her. I looked around the beach from my patio, but it was hard to see. I began to turn away when I saw her walking along the shore. I rubbed my eyes to make sure that what I was seeing was for real, after all I had been reading for a good few hours, but sure enough she was still there when I took my hands away.
