~ Part One ~
Recently I have experienced many unsettling or 'bad' dreams; more than ever before. Almost two years ago, a few weeks before my husband was scheduled to go on tour overseas, I woke up in a blind panic. My nightdress was clammy from my fretting and tossing beneath the sheets. Wild-eyed I clutched the covers to my chest and literally shook for about three minutes. "It's just a silly old dream," I told myself. "You know you shouldn't eat Chinese food after ten o'clock and fall asleep on a full stomach," I admonished.
I got up and took a long hot shower in order to warm up, went through the morning rituals and, after I was dressed, went downstairs to get coffee. Even while I went about getting the coffee maker perking, feeding the kitties, I still felt as if the shrouds of my dreams were, in fact, following me around. Stalking my mind, insisting I replay the dark scary escapade I was trying to push from my thoughts.
My husband had risen hours before and was working in his studio. I could see him through the glass doors, wearing a pair of headphones. The console was lit up and he was adjusting the knobs. I assumed he was mixing some music he had recorded. I entered the room and softly closed the door behind me. Carefully handing him a cup of coffee, I snuggled close and allowed myself to be held longer than usual. Looking into my eyes he could tell something was up. He raised his eyebrows and I smiled and shook my head. Not wishing to interrupt him, I quickly left and decided to fry a few eggs. I needed breakfast food so I prepared them lightly scrambled with shredded sharp cheddar cheese, sauteed mushrooms and onions. The scent of the food momentarily drew me in, and for a while I let the nighttime images recede until I could think properly.
After we ate, I cleared away the dishes and got busy with my day. It would be hours later before I would recall the dread I had awakened from.
To be continued ...