A Million Miles

I was awake and daydreaming of better days, of sunshine, laughter, love, and happiness. My eyes grew heavy and sleep took me under, to the deep under. Its the kind of slumber when you don't know if its a dream or a vision and always leaves you a little heart broken. It always hits you at the wrong time, leaving you exhausted as if you'd literally traveled a million miles. This time, it hit me the moment I should have woken up and started my day. It took me back, pulling me to its core. I open my eyes- I'm sitting on the side of a bed. I feel love, warmth, protection, and happiness. I feel something in my arm and look down. There, in the crook of my arm, a precious little one lay sleeping contently without a care in the world. But the face is never clear to me. It’s like a fog is present to disguise and to create mystery. I'm then holding the baby in front of me when an orb of bright light appears in the room directly over him or her. Next, I'm in an open kitchen putting dishes into a dishwasher. I feel the warmth of the sunshine shining in on my neck and as soon as I look up to invite more in, I'm back in my room, in this place.

Prophecy

This story begins with two women, culturally different, but similar in some ways. Our careers brought us together and a friendship was born. She was someone who I thought was one thing but turned out to be the opposite. Was it all an act, or something far more sinister? Only time will tell, but I may never know. We were teammates, so we obviously had to work with each other and the other two people on the team frequently. Getting to know people was not my strong point, but I eventually made an effort because those people were very nosy and always wanted to know everything about my life.

I have nothing to hide, but there is something weird about people who want to know everything about you. They were in awe of everything I did. However, they were not people of God. They were not believers. So, when they come across someone like me, someone who doesn't fit any of the stereotypes in their little brains, I became a mystery, something to study.
As I spent year after year honing my craft, I also spent this time observing them through social gatherings and work events. During this time, the environment got more and more toxic, and we always made light of every situation. We made jokes and laughed a lot.

 Her love life was talked about a lot because she was on her second marriage and currently married to a an Asian/European man. I said to myself, this this valley-bleach blonde women married a Muslim man. I couldn’t believe it. She introduced us to her family but never brought her husband around. I thought that was strange, and so did our other teammates. She would say that they were trying to have kids right, but she wasn't getting pregnant, and they tried everything. I thought to myself, "that's because God will not allow her to have a child with him, or maybe he's impotent."

One day I was sitting in a team meeting and afterwards her and I were planning something small for the team and just casually talking about things. I was fed up, and randomly said I'm going to be a bum and live on the beach, a beach bum. So much laughter erupted. Then, I said wait, I need to elevate my thinking. So, I changed it to "I'm going to marry a rich man and move to the beach". I mean cause like who wants to live life poor and alone. It became something I said whenever we had to endure something stupid at work. Which means, I said it a lot okay. Just too many hilarious moments, especially when she'd start complaining about not becoming pregnant, and that she'd even stand on her head. I could not stop laughing. Needless to say, that marriage didn't last for too much longer.

Eventually I moved on to a different location, but not before our relationship changed for the worse. She was really not my friend and I learned that the hard way. I didn't realize some people are in your life for only a moment, and it's probably just to teach you a lesson. In the end, I definitely learned a lesson or two. I also learned that she had met someone and immediately got pregnant. God indeed works in mysterious ways. In addition, "she married a rich man and moved to the beach". That beach would be Jupiter Beach, Florida. I said, "that bitch stole my dream". Or did I speak both our futures into existence?