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As I opened my eyes I found myself sleeping next to Mr. Treize. 'Oh my what a scary dream. The dream of Mr. Treize's death. I hope I never have to live up to that day. What a horrible dream.' She realized how lucky she was having one of the best men in the world sleeping next to her after making love. No interrupting phone calls calling him away. No, not tonight. She made sure of that. Mr. Treize needed a vacation off his daily duties, stress free and he said he wanted her to decide were to go since she needed a rest too. She decided that she wanted to spend her free time with Mr. Treize someplace were no one would disrupt. And the place would be the small tropical island of St. Lucia. They were supposed to stay there for a week, but as the vacation started to the end the 6th day Mr. Treize had made a giant step into their future together and had decided to ask me to marry him. Now here I am the last day staying here in Mr. Treize's hotel room with my head on his bare chest and the only thing covering us both was a white cotton blanket. It was wonderful, he was magnificent. All I ever wished came true and this time it was not just a dream.....But then I heard a knock on the door outside I heard a low voice saying "mother, mother" then I realized that all I thought really happened was only a stupid dream. I realized that I'm back to reality. I looked at the door and I hesitated to open it. Outside the door stood the truth. The truth that Mr. Treize was only a memory now and that I was only one who did not want to face that fact. I wish my life was another way. I stood slowly as I heard the soft cry of a young child saying "mother, please open the door, please". I opened the door slowly and outside stood a very frightened Mariemaia. With her eyes filled with tears. I ran over to her and hugged her. She said with tears blinding her eyes "I had a nightmare again, about you this time... 'sob'...and that you left me too just like my mother and dad. That you didn't...'sob'... want anything to do with me." I held the crying child close and fought back tears saying "No my beautiful Mariemaia that was just a dream. You know exactly that I would not wish my life to be any other way than me taking care of you." But did I really wish that? sometimes I ask myself that question more than once. Why couldn't my life be a dream that any second now I would wake up and live happily ever after. |
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