I calmed down from my hectic day with an intense yoga workout in my living room, following directions from the yoga app on my Apple TV. I prefer to not go into yoga studios because I heard they don't wipe down their mat. Yuck. And not to mention that the Maitland doesn't have one, anyways. I popped a melatonin pill, downing it with my lavender tea. Finally, I could slip into bed. Before clearing my vision with my beloved lavender eye mask I acknowledge I was once again in the bed alone. I had made Jake sleep in the guest room a few weeks back, but I was starting to feel lonesome. As I dozed away into my RIM cycle I could only hear the intense wind slapping the apartment windows. That noise transferred into my dream...
Two men stood at the base of the apartment's crawlspace. They were identical, however, one twin had a hatchet in one hand and the other hand holding the tie of a red blindfold around the brother's eyes. The night was silent. Even the crickets had fallen asleep. The only noise was the hatchet slamming into the nearby dirt. The blindfolded brother shrieking at the top of his lungs, but it only made the slamming worse.
My dream had startled me awake. I ripped off my eye mask, scared of the similarity it had to the blindfold in my dream. My gold alarm clock blinked 5:47 a.m., way too early to have woken up at. I couldn't stand it. Without hesitation, I tore off my comforter, sprinting into the guest room where Jake was peacefully snoring.
I woke once again, but not to a dream. This time it was to excited squeals of my children. All four of us stood on our balcony enamored by the beauty of our view. The leafless trees were weighted down by puffy white snow. The sun bounced off the snow's reflection and into my family's bright blue eyes.
