Lost and Found
I saw-I truly did see-I am not non compos mentis for sure. There in the yard, and in the living room I saw them rough housing about. What a fine day it is too. James and Olivia, as usual, playing in the yard and having a great laugh as they participate in a game of child’s play. One who is chosen becomes the chaser and when the chased become caught, it is them who are now chosen, and the cycle repeats until one’s cardiovascular system is depleted. Pleasant happiness the children shed through the giggles and laughter in their light hearted young voices. Enjoyed the bright blazing day as the sun shined through my mortal soul I did. Logs of green fur branching out and waving gently as mother nature relaxes her breaths. Small beasts of feathery fortune gliding unequivocally through the air as golden beams of light shine over wings. Saturated green grass sparkled with light as each blade waved and leaned toward one another in pure bliss. The sun kissing the floor boards before the very eyes of me. Sun beams caress the wooden railing that sits before me. Partially blocking the view of childsplay from me. “Marvelous what a day it is,” said myself, “a Saturday it is. Absolutely splendid.” I made a ninety-degree rotation to the right in the seat I rocked myself thoroughly in. From the corners, I saw peripherally my husband. Standing still and leaning atilt towards the wall with arms folded he looked out the door along with me.
“Tom, a wonderful view isn’t it?” I spoke calmly.
As the silence had erupted then and there I grew curious, he isn’t replying? He always replies immediately at the very slight sounds I make at any time. “Tom?” I called out once again, there was no such reply uttered from him. From the chair to the position in which he stood, I strode near. A hand of mine had been lightly placed upon his shoulder, “Tom? Are you listening? The children. Look at how beautiful they are. Running at play and laughing about each other’s presence.” Tom continued his gaze of silence until a moment in which his forefront leisurely revolved in a ninety degree angle towards my shorter self currently present in the room. “Loren,” at last Tom finally spoke, “You need to wake up.”
Absolutely bewildered I became, “What-”
Tom’s voice rebounded into my soul, “Loren, you must re-awaken.”
“Impossible, for it is real, very real sure of it I am-”
“No! Misinterpreting the situation you are for sure!” His voice reverberated against my cochlea. I regained my long lost awareness, for Tom has awakened me. Right then and there Tom stood and looked fiercely into my eyes, hands upon my shoulders, “Loren…Those children. Our children…Loren…They…are gone.” Frozen in the trance I had been revived from, I stood speechless. Standing in shocked longing silence, the life and enjoyment faded away as I recalled the conflicting memories of my children which lived a life long ago in this quinquennial trance I long to be in….
