Restless, after eating dinner Lila decided a walk would be helpful. She knew it was too late to walk along the beach, but up Collins Avenue might not be bad. There were many clubs and hotels with a lot of activity. Remembering that this was South Florida and summer, she didn’t need a jacket. So she grabbed her small purse, her door key and headed to the elevator. Then she took the stairs instead. Coming around to the lobby area, Lila spotted the friend of the golden man. He sat and watched the front door and the elevator. Is he looking for me? Why is he here?
Lila turned and headed back up the stairs to her room. In her room, she paced. Once again the anxiousness of why was she there. Lila had a dream, and it prompted her to return to a place she hadn’t lived in over 30 years. The pieces of the dream had faded, and now she did not understand why she was there. Then there was the guy, the golden guy, and his nosy friend. How did they figure in her being there?
Breathe in, breathe out. The exercise she had learned over the years to calm herself. Lila sat and did freewriting. Everything that came to her, no matter what it was she wrote. At some point, she hoped it would all make sense.
Writing Lila’s dream unfolded. There were plenty of people and lots of music and a voice that said come home. She remembered sand, sand in everything and everywhere. There was a tower and a small bridge. Then there were cranes. The name Karen appeared. She knew no one by that name. Her high school emerged. Not there were the words Lila heard. Was she in the right place, or did come home refer to someplace else? She had lived in many places over the past 30 years.
Oh no! The beach house was in my dream. Why had she not known that the night before? But in the dream, she was the only person at the beach house. Heart, your heart, Lila heard. Her hand shook. What was it about her heart? Her mind went blank. She had spent so much time trying to get out of Miami, now she was back, she was more than ready to leave but knew she couldn’t.
The golden man’s friend was eerie. She didn’t believe in coincidences. Time to pull on my big girl pants and face whatever is coming my way once again.
© 2019, Ivy Jade