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By Angel Doucett
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She woke up slowly, fighting it. Her eyes closed to keep things as dark as possible trying valiantly to hold on to the last vestiges of her dream; but the last moments were slipping away, the images disappearing like the closing tides slipping from the sand, the last of the water leaving the beach, rejoining the ocean and the waves. She was awake, but still kept her eyes closed against the new day, begging God to stay in the dream. But, the day came, it had no choice but to happen, and so she opened hers eyes to reality so it could begin.
The dream receded, and the darkness closed in. The great sadness returned. Her muscles awoke as if each one had an individual mind of its own, little aches and pains assuaged her.
She looked around the room, looking for a small bit of comfort, of peace but the only relief was in her dreams.
In her dream she could be free of the sadness, she could be in a time where nothing and not anyone hurt her.
She wished again for sleep and dreaming, but the day indeed, the world called her.
The doctor called it depression, her husband called it laziness, and her children were just confused that mom wasn’t the same person. She felt terribly terribly overwhelmed.
“Mom?” a soft little voice asked, “should I make breakfast?”
She wanted to say no. She wanted to jump up and make pancakes, eggs all the things she used to do. But she didn’t have the energy. She just sat there sadly shook her head yes.
She saw them cast, what they thought were unnoticed, backward glances at her, wondering what to do, helplessly just going about their business.
She stared listlessly at the counter, her brain told her to move but her body wouldn’t let her. It told her to speak, to say she loved them, but her mouth was silent. It took to much energy.
She just wanted to escape back into the bedroom, into the dream again where she was happy.
Not here in this world, that she no longer understood or felt she belonged.
It was a bleak existence.
She looked up and the kids had left, she thought she had felt them give her a kiss but it didn’t register. She crept into the bedroom, to climb back in bed but someone had opened the curtains. Hoping the bright sunlight of the day would make a difference, it didn’t. She shuddered and quickly closed the curtains and climbed into her bed pulling the covers over her head.
She lay waiting for sleep to come, to release her from the sadness and carry her off into another world of dreams.
Hard as she tried though, a little tiny beam of light kept pecking through the covers.
Peeking her head out, she didn’t see as much as she felt the light. Finally she put her head out of the blanket fully and saw a book illuminated on the table across the room.
Curious she got up and walked over to the table.
She looked down and was confronted with a book she had not looked at in a very long time.
Her Bible.
Although she didn’t actually see a light, she felt it illuminating the book and the words “Holy Bible”
She sat in the chair simply looking at the book. Not touching or really seeing it.
She didn’t want to touch the book.
She pushed the table away and stared looking at the bed. Wasn’t it easier to just sleep? Not to face the world?
She sat there. Yes, It was much easier to just sleep. Let the sadness take over her: hide from the world. Maybe it would be easier just to sleep forever. She rested her head on the back of the chair contemplating never having to wake up. She glanced toward the book, in the recesses of her mind she knows she is about to make a choice: to live or to sleep? To get rid of the sadness or…..
The children came home at three. There, sitting on the sofa was their mother, reading a book.
Her hair was combed and she was dressed then, suddenly the house that had been dark for so long was light, as she looked up at them, the darkness fled. A choice has been made. A new Start, and for the first time in months;
She met their eyes and smiled.
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It'll make your piece easier on the eyes if you put spaces between all your paragraphs. I'd have liked names for this woman and her family, not just pronouns--admitedly, that's just my personal preference.
Love the hope at the end!