Blog #9

As soon as I had finished making myself look presentable I bolted downstairs to grab the lunch that Sam had been preparing for me. I took the last step on our stairwell and turned the corner to see him standing there holding a lunch box and a mug with fresh brewed hot coffee with creamer and Splenda, just the way I like it. He handed me the lunch box and I opened it up to see what he had prepared for my lunch today. There was a toasted panini oozing with provolone cheese and ham, a container filled with my favorite fresh veggies, and for dessert there was two melt in your mouth sugar cookies from our favorite bakery downtown. Sam and I have our ups and downs, but he never ceases to please me. My life is so great being married to my best fri…

“Wake up Crystal, WAKE UP!” I hear Sam’s voice slowly becoming louder. 

My eyes pop open and there I am, laying on Landis Green with unfamiliar faces crowded around me. It was all a dream. Sam would never want a girl like me. Only in my dreams.

Today is just not my day. I had no more time to try to make myself look presentable, I had to get to work before I was late again for the third time this week. As I went to take the last step on our stairwell, my foot made contact with an unfamiliar object that I didn’t expect to be there. It was one of Sam’s footballs that him and his friends had been messing around with the night before. My feet slid straight out from under my body and with the blink of an eye, I was lying on the hardwood floor struggling to breath. The wind was knocked out of me and everything gradually became blurry. 

“Crystal…are you waking up? Oh my gosh, thank God! I was worried sick!”

I work up in a hospital with Sam playing with my hair and holding a bowl of hot soup. It had all been a dream and Sam was still as perfect as I remembered him.

As I attempted to finish getting ready for work while struggling to hold back my tears, I thought back to all of the happy times in my life that I have spent with Sam. I can’t believe that I let our relationship get so bad. I try to ignore the bad parts, and focus only on the good times, but this morning that was extra hard for me. I finally pulled together my outfit, makeup, and hair and ran downstairs to grab the lunch that Sam had been making for me. When I turned the corner and saw Sam sitting at the counter drinking a smoothie and reading the morning paper with no lunch made for me all I could do was cry. I stood there, in the doorway, and just bawled my eyes out. Sam stared at me in complete confusion because he had no idea what I was crying about. My life is such a wreck.

“Crystal wake up! What the heck are you crying about? Pull yourself together!”

I woke up with tears in my eyes. It was all just a dream, but it made me realize that I can never let my happiness depend on a man ever again. Thank you frisbee boy for the reality check.