Dreams usually tell us what might lie ahead. For me, it was a recurrent dream that I have encountered two years back. Something that was hard to forget, for it has involved a house in the middle of a forest. It was nighttime in my dream and there was a thunderstorm outside. Lucas, the little boy who visits me in my dreams is sitting at the bottom of the staircase with a scared look in his eyes. He was afraid of thunderstorms, although he loved the rain.
"Why are you still awake at this time? It's getting late," I told Lucas sternly.
"I can't sleep. It's too loud. Will daddy be coming home?" inquired Lucas pleadingly.
"He's coming home, I'm not just so sure about the time. Why don't I tuck you in and I will let you know when he has arrived. Would that be fine?" I asked.
"Yes that would be fine..." his voice trailing. A knock on the front door interrupts Lucas for a second.
"Now who could that be at this time of the night? Wait here" I instruct to him by the middle of the staircase. I open the door and there in black overalls, pants, jacket and cowboy hat stood Adam.
Adam. What was he doing here?
"I've come for my children and you," spoke Adam in a terse voice.
"Children? They're not yours," I answered bravely, trying to hide the fear in my almost broken tone.
"They're my children and you're my wife. You're coming home with me," commanded Adam with a booming voice.
"Wife? I was and never will be your wife when you chose the path your treading right now. You lost me ages ago. These kids were never your children!" I answered back, almost crying.
"Mommy, where's daddy?" cried Lucas.
"Daddy's coming. Go upstairs to your brothers and sister. Wait for me there," I ordered Lucas sternly. "Adam, please leave. They are not your children, nor am I your wife. My husband is coming. You have no right to be here," I begged.
"This is your husband?" Adam picking up the photo frame by the console, he continues, "you replaced me with him? Amy, you replaced me? How could you do such a thing?" asks Adam.
"You left. And that was your choice," turning my back on him I trudge up the stairs with Lucas.
"Amy. AMY!!!" shouts Adam.
And I wake up.
"Why are you still awake at this time? It's getting late," I told Lucas sternly.
"I can't sleep. It's too loud. Will daddy be coming home?" inquired Lucas pleadingly.
"He's coming home, I'm not just so sure about the time. Why don't I tuck you in and I will let you know when he has arrived. Would that be fine?" I asked.
"Yes that would be fine..." his voice trailing. A knock on the front door interrupts Lucas for a second.
"Now who could that be at this time of the night? Wait here" I instruct to him by the middle of the staircase. I open the door and there in black overalls, pants, jacket and cowboy hat stood Adam.
Adam. What was he doing here?
"I've come for my children and you," spoke Adam in a terse voice.
"Children? They're not yours," I answered bravely, trying to hide the fear in my almost broken tone.
"They're my children and you're my wife. You're coming home with me," commanded Adam with a booming voice.
"Wife? I was and never will be your wife when you chose the path your treading right now. You lost me ages ago. These kids were never your children!" I answered back, almost crying.
"Mommy, where's daddy?" cried Lucas.
"Daddy's coming. Go upstairs to your brothers and sister. Wait for me there," I ordered Lucas sternly. "Adam, please leave. They are not your children, nor am I your wife. My husband is coming. You have no right to be here," I begged.
"This is your husband?" Adam picking up the photo frame by the console, he continues, "you replaced me with him? Amy, you replaced me? How could you do such a thing?" asks Adam.
"You left. And that was your choice," turning my back on him I trudge up the stairs with Lucas.
"Amy. AMY!!!" shouts Adam.
And I wake up.
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