April 2018 Prompt: You're ok. Breathe. Just breathe. Open your eyes. Come back. It's ok. It's over now. You're ok. Wake up. Please wake up. Don't do this to me. Don't do this to me.
Don't do this to me. I love you so much. Come back.
April 2018 Word: Mimosa
And so they went
When we met, it was like the light turned on. Suddenly it was day and I could see the world. He liked art and music and travel and we spent hours browsing libraries and museums together.
He used to say, "Someday you and I are going to visit every continent on this planet", and I believed him.
We would browse atlases and flip through travel pamphlets, discussing the pros and cons of each destination, saving every penny we could from our meager earnings,
eagerly planning for our tour of the world.
On the weekends, we would pack up in his old Rabbit for a road trip. We drove anywhere and everywhere. It never mattered, just as long as it was somewhere new.
To a coastline, a state line, or just that little country town 2 hours east, where some merchant had fields of sunflowers.
And each time he found a new destination in a old book, or from an aging man, riding the bus, of a place that would take your breath away, he would turn to me with light in his eyes and say,
"We have got to add that to the list." Sometimes I thought he liked the planning of our travels just as much as the actual discovery of the new places.
I can still remember the night he showed up at my door, champagne in one hand, 2 airline tickets in the other, grinning like an idiot.
I couldn't believe it, I had no idea we had saved that much.
We climbed up to the roof with the bottle of champagne and 2 flutes, him giddy all the while with plans and dreams just a breath away. And I was giddy just watching him.
We dangled our feet over the edge, singing into the night that 'Life is Beautiful!
' And in the morning, I swore that even flat champagne, when mixed into a mimosa, still tastes like drinking stars when your heart is that light.
That's why, when I got the call, my heart dropped and my brain fogged. When I got to the hospital, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
He was the color of the walls and every machine imaginable was connected with cords and tubes, and still he was beautiful.
Silent tears streamed down my cheeks as I climbed up onto the narrow mattress beside him, rearranging the wires best I could but all I managed to do was get us both more ensnared.
I lay my head on his shoulder and whispered into his ear. "You're ok. Breathe. Just breathe. Open your eyes. Come back. It's over now. You're ok. Wake up. Please wake up. Don't do this to me.
Don't do this to me. Don't do this to me. I love you so much. Come back." One of the machines let out a shrill note and another joined in with soft beeping.
It startled me and I sat up, wiping at my face with the back of my sleeve.
Then, slowly, he turned, his eyes looking at me out of eyelids tight and white.
His lips moved and I bent my head to hear him as he mumbled something I couldn't make out and then, "Why are you here?" I sat back, startled.
Didn't he know who I was? Didn't he recognize me? But then he shakily reached out and grabbed my hand in his cold white one and said. "You should be packing.
And when you are done, come back, and bring some champagne with you."