It was September, but the gentle breeze through the open window felt like spring. There was a faint fragrance of hibiscus and sea salt curling around her nose as she slowly came awake. The air was full with the awakening of the new growth and the briny sent of the ocean. She sat up in bed and noticed that something was very different, but she was not sure what it was. Her robe lay on the floor and she picked in up and placed it across her shoulders, but this wasn't her robe this one was thick, plush and smelled of lavender and was so brilliantly white it nearly hurt her eyes to look at it and more importantly it didn't have spaghetti stains on the sleeve.
She looked around and found things oddly in order, there were no cloths absentmindedly in small piles on the floor. The beside clock read 9:30 A.M. but it was supposed to be set for 6:15 A.M. She felt rested and refreshed.
This was not the room she had fallen asleep in last night. The massive four poster bed draped with mosquito netting inhabited the center of the room. A lazy ceiling fan gently pushed the air about. Her hand brushed across the 600 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and down comforter and she looked down and slid her feet into the soft fleece lined house shoes on the floor beside her bed.
She stood up and her pajama bottoms fell from her waist and puddle around her feet. She looked down and to her shock and amazement she realized that she had lost 40 pound overnight. She did a small pirouette in the mirror and smiled to herself at her new morning figure.
The master suite was so luxuriously appointed she felt she was in a 5 star spa. The bathroom had a steam shower and Jacuzzi tub with heated towel rods and a walk in closet with dressing room. There was every comfort that she could possible ever desire. She finished exploring her sumptuous surroundings and walked over to the window.
The curtains were softly blowing in the breeze and she looked outside and saw the ocean, she closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them again and took a second look. The hypnotic cadence of the waves nearly compelled her back into the soft warm bed but she took a long and restive look. She placed the thought out of her mind that in reality she did not live by the ocean but this dreamlike reality was far to pleasant.
One skinny foot in front of the other and she was walking toward the kitchen. Out of her peripheral vision she caught a glimpse of the front door. She had a lingering thought of going over to it to look out the side windows but a dark wave of doom washed over her, for some unknown reason she knew not to open the front door.
“I will stay here!” She thought, “This place is wonderful, peaceful, and clean. I like it here.” she said to herself. I am tired of doom she mused and put the thought of the front door completely out of her mind and continued on to the kitchen.
There was a silver tray full of croissant and cream cheese Danish on the counter of the spotless kitchen. The aroma of the freshly ground hazelnut coffee filled the air. There was a beautiful bone china coffee cup placed delicately upon a saucer awaiting the rich dark coffee. The small silver cream pitcher was next to the coffee pot. She picked up the cup and poured the beautiful dark brown coffee into the soft bone white cup and poured the half and half. The creamy richness swirled as she brought the cup to her mouth. She inhaled deeply and the nutty fragrance filled her nostrils. She took a sip and experienced what was quite possible the most perfect cup of coffee in all of creation. She looked around the kitchen, counter tops gleamed and the stovetop shined like a mirror. It was perfect.
Again one foot skinny in front of the other into the sun room and she settled herself upon the soft oversized chair. There was a silky chenille throw causally draped over the arm of the chair and she pulled it over her legs. She saw her bible and journal sitting on the small table to the side of the chair. She picked it up and began to read.
She finished her quiet time placed her bible back on the table and stretched luxuriously like a cat in the sun. There was a pleasant grumble from her stomach and she realized she was hungry. She looked at the small table and suddenly there was a beautiful silver tray with a steaming fresh cup of coffee and a warm croissant with real butter and homemade strawberry preserves. There was also a beautiful bowl of fresh tropical fruit. She selected the most perfect banana she could find and began to peel it.
She decided not to question the unusualness of her surroundings or the miraculous appearing of her breakfast and chose to bask in this unexpected gift. If she had lost her grip on reality then so be it.
Her fast having been broken she settled back into the soft comfort of the chair and let the sunshine cover over her. The warmth seeped into her bones and it felt as if the sun was coming from with in her very soul.
She could stay here forever she decided.
A small thought, a real thought poked it’s ugly little head into her consciousness and she took another sip of coffee and swallowed down the wonderful elixir and with it the real and ugly world was pushed back.
There was a small pile of mail on the table. She picked up the stack and began to thumb through it. The first envelope she opened contained a coupon for a free manicure and pedicure at the spa down the beach, the second enveloped contained two free tickets to the local production of South Pacific including dinner at a four star restaurant following the show. The third envelope was from her banking institution informing her of a $15,000.00 banking error in her favor as well as the fact that her 401K account had seen remarkable grown over the last quarter and had tripled in value. She continued to thumb trough the mail as she looked out the window.
The water was a deep clear blue and the sand was a soft pale yellow, the sea oats swayed back and forth in the breeze she longed to feel the sand between her toes.
In this wonderful place there were no penciled appointment on any of the dates on the calendar, there was no junque mail to be sorted, there were no bills to pay, no groceries to shop for, no dirty laundry to wash or dust on any of the horizontal surfaces and no meals to prepare and most importantly there were no uncontrollable situations, unsolvable problems, heartache, pain or disappointment.
She placed the opened mail on the side table and made her way out the French doors that framed the ocean view. She leisurely walked down to the pristine beach, the breeze increasing as she got closer to the shoreline. The sun was soft and not to hot, the pale blue sky was dotted with the most delicate white fluffy clouds she had ever seen. There was a small school of dolphins jumping and playing in the surf just beyond the sand bar. She had the beach entirely to herself, there was not another living soul in sight save the frolicking dolphins. She turned and looked back and saw her lone footstep in the sand and the cottage against the sky and thought how beautiful it looked.
When she turned back to the ocean there was a wonderful lounge chair with red and white striped cushions under a large matching beach umbrella. Beside the chair was a small table with a tall frosted glass of pink lemonade with a sprig of mint. She settled in her chair under the umbrella with her favorite novel and began to read and sip her lemonade.
She decided that she would stay here forever.
She sat, read, sipped her lemonade and watched the dolphins frolic. Life was good!
Her eyes grew heavy and she drifted gently off to sleep for a mid morning nap, lulled by the soft pounding of the waves and the far off cry of the sea gulls.
As she slept a very faint sound, a whisper almost could be heard above the sound of the waves. It was the River Denial which flowed swiftly and strongly just outside the front door. The waters were deep and muddy, churning with trash and debris. The banks were full of knurled and exposed roots and littered with flotsam. The current was very strong and if by chance you were not careful, if you got to close and fell in you could easily be swept away.
Thank goodness she had decided to never open the front door ever again.