My Dreams: Volume I

Sean is always telling me to document tge dreams {nightmares} that i have. They wake me up in a cold sweat. They stay with me. They feel so real, that my heart continues to race long after my eyes have opened. And my soul aches for whatever loss I experienced even longer.

Here was last night::::::

I woke up to the sound of people downstairs. In my house.

I turn on the bedside lamp.

*BANG* theyre in my livingroom.

I crawl to her room.

*CLANG* theyre in my kitchen.

She's sleeping.

I crawl to the hallway.

I look down the three stories that separates me and this hallway from the groundfloor. I look above. All those beautiful, stained glass spheres that dangle in a beautiful symphony of different heights, in a pattern that looks like music would, glisten in the dim lighting and seem to twinkle a hello at me.

My fingers trace the metallic button on the wall.

*SMASH*  theyre getting closer.

I presh the button.

Every sphere was strategically placed when we built this house. Each aligned with a panel of the glass ramp that leads from the first floor, to the third. We have no second floor.

The spheres dance the destructive dance they were  each created for. They shatter, as does our ramp beneath it.

I walk down the hall, back to her room. I disable the elevator as I pass it.

Safe.

Time.

I take a small breath trying to find a rhythm. I can calm down for a moment. It will take whoever is in my house a while to figure out a plan to get to is now.

But now she and I are trapped in out beautiful fortress.

I get to her bedroom, and he's there with her. Sitting on the edge of her bed. She loves him, as much as that's possible.

I trust Maxwell III with her, almost as much as i trust myself.

Maxwell and Maxwell II didnt have the delicate touch that Tree has. She has affectionately called him "Tree" ever since she first mispronounced III all those years ago.

After altering some programming and updating some software, my husband had made rge perfect companion for she and I. He was gone so often on business trips, making millions and leaving us alone that he decided he needed Tree.

Tree protects her. I know he would tonight.

I go back to the hall.

I call down to the people in my home.

A woman answers my call.

Then a man.

They come into view at the base of the cement cavern that my glass symphony created.

It's my husband and his It.

I know why they are here.

They must not get to the top floor.

He designed this house.

It won't be long.

I'll be able to hold them off, but not forever.

Tree and I fight valiantly.

He sacrifices himself, to save her...like I knew he would.

We are all in her bedroom.

She is crying.

"Why? I gave you everything you asked for. I'm accepting the divorce.  We are going to leave the house. We don't want anymore money from you than we need. Why? Why are you doing this?"

"You know why." Is the only answer I receive.

I fight.
I struggle.
I scream.
It shuts me up.
He goes after her.

She screams.
Her arms flair about, swatting at him.
"No, Daddy!"

But he doesnt care.

His hands touch her.

And her screaming stops.
Her movement stops.

I know she will never move again.

It releases me.

I run to her.

I throw myself in bed beside her and pull her to my lap. I sob.

I see his silhouette in her doorway.

A small metallic chip, shines from the hall light in his hand.

"But you never would have given me her."