Dream A Little Dream

She was about to board the plane, close to tears and confused. He had brought her to the airport and the goodbye was not easy. They were only friends, but it felt like so much more. She knew what she felt for him but she also knew it would not be possible. He had only just lost his wife 10 months ago and was still grieving. Although there was some kind of chemistry between them, it could just not be. Probably she made it all up. But what if there was more? What if there was love? Would it be possible? She would never find out if she would set foot on the plane which was due to take her back to the other side of this planet.

The voice broke into her consciousness, anguish filling the air. “Don’t leave me in all this pain. Don’t leave me out in the rain…” She opened her eyes, listening to the music which came from the radio on the bedside table. Reaching out, she pressed the snooze button. She didn’t want to lose the dream scene. Closing her eyes again, she let the feelings, and images drift back into her mind. Where did they come from?

This was the third night she’d dreamed of those moments. The third time she felt an ache which wasn’t attached to anything in her own life. She couldn’t remember watching anything on the telly which would trigger such visions. She wasn’t involved with anyone, or moping, even over an unrequited love.

Swinging her legs off the bed, she rose to sitting, and brought her hands to her face, rubbing as if her head ached. Glancing at the clock, she saw time was a wasting while she dawdled over some silly mind movie. Beginning her morning routine, she kept thinking back to the dream, then pushed it away, and continued getting ready for work.

Her image looked out at her from the mirror. Gazing intently into her eyes, she wished she could see inside, deeper to the place of the secrets to which she was not privy. “What do you know that I don’t?” She blinked back at herself. “Keeping it to yourself, are you?” Turning away in digust, she switched off the light and went into the kitchen.

Propped up on a stool at the counter of her breakfast nook, she sipped at hot coffee, and thought about the song. Don’t leave me in all this pain. Probably all the sappy music I listen to. Who has time for love? Not her, that was for sure. Not with all the work piled up on her desk at the office.

The ride into town was normal. She got a seat on the train. The countryside passed by unnoticed as her mind niggled with the past nights’ visual repast. Three. Three times. Three times a charm. It somehow didn’t seem charming.

She looked across the aisle, eyeing the other commuters. Hmmm. There’s that cute guy. Looking quite nice this morning. Reading the – she squinted to see in which magazine he was immersed – Private Islands Magazine.  As she sat back, she saw him meet her gaze. She turned her head and studied the scenery, though her curiosity lingered on him a  few moments longer.

The loud speaker announced the upcoming station, her stop.  Other passangers began to gather their belongings, as she did her own. Not able to help herself, she glanced over and saw he was readying to disembark as well.

The train slowed, and everyone moved, almost in unison, toward the doors. Waiting her turn, she stepped into the aisle, and proceded toward the exit. Impulsively, noting that her party of interest had left the magazine on the seat, she lifted it up, and tucked it into her bag.

She was a bit early and beat the crowds swarming toward the elevators in the lobby of the building where she worked. The doors closed, and she rode up in silence. The offices were still dark, and only a few of the cubicles were occupied.

She switched on the light in her office, dropped her bag on her desk, and headed down to get her next cup of coffee. Back inside, door closed, she settled into her chair. Retrieving the folded magazine, she opened it. The layout pictured tabs across the top: British Virgin Islands, West Coast, Unique Island Developments. Fiji, South Pacific, Bahamian Crown Jewels, and Ontario Canada.

She considered this discovery. Was he looking to buy an island? But her mind vetoed that. Someone who could afford to buy an island, wouldn’t be caught dead on a  commuter train. Would he? She shook her head. She wouldn’t. So, what would he be reading something like this for? And you care, why? she asked herself. She’d seen him perhaps a dozen times, on the train. Never really paid attention. Work was on her mind. However, work wasn’t exactly taking her mind off the dreams. So why not enjoy the ‘scenery?’

The day went quickly enough. On her way to the station, she realized she actually was hoping she might see him. Had she seen him on return trips before? She shrugged. The typical crowd waiting on the platform was neither sparse, nor over big. She scanned those in her direct vicinity. No sight of this mystery man.

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The scenario was the same as the dreamscape played out. It was still dark when she awoke, and she lay in her bed, letting the despair fade, the images scatter, like bits of confetti blowing on a windy night. Getting up, she went into the living room, switching on the television. An advertising was flashing scenes of ocean liners, long stretches of a beach. “Come to the Islands.” The words came onto the screen, and she found herself longing for vacation.

That was it! Snapping off the television, she went into the kitchen, checking the calendar, and pulled her day planner from her oversized purse. I need a vacation!
The magazine from yesterday’s commute, spilled out onto the floor, and she picked it up. Islands! That must be what this was for! Vacation. Go.

It was spur of the moment. So unlike her. But she felt compelled to do this. She could easily take the next four weeks off. The work would still be there when she came back. Or she could delegate. Yes. Delegate. That dirty little word. But, still, getting out of town, away from her everyday humdrum world, might make a change in her circumstances.

Where would she go? For a moment she wondered where he was going? Who, he? her mind asked. Him. She held up the magazine. He who was on the train. Don’t you pay attention to anything I’m doing?

Yes, it was definitely time for vacation.

Flipping through the pages, she found a catagory for rentals. Further research, brought her to the lesser expensive rentals. $500 per night. That she could swing. For how long should she go? Waiting for the dialtone as she picked up her phone, she called the toll free number. As it connected, she wondered briefly what she should tell her boss.

Not only was this island available, but there was a flight heading down to Belize in the afternoon. Oh, this was perfect. With no thought given, she made reservations. The rest of the time, until sunrise, she dragged out her luggage, pulled things from her drawers and packed.

At around 9:30 when she was sure her office was open, she dialed in. “Kay, this is Allison. I have had an emergency come up. I have to get home to my family immediately. Please tell Bill that I won’t be in, for possibly a week. Have Tanya, and Rick pick up my week’s meetings. All the info is on my desk.”

She hung up. It was a long moment before she actually moved. She felt like she’d been possessed by some crazed other woman. She never had done anything so impulsive in her life. But she felt she had to do this.

With all details taken care of, she met the taxi downstairs, and sat quietly in the back seat, wondering on what kind of adventure she about to embark.

“Miss, we’re here.”

“Oh, yes. Thank you.” she paid, stepped from the car and took her baggage as the driver handed them to her from the trunk. The sounds of the airport were a soothing drone.

Going through check in took longer, these days, but she had her book, and the magazine. At the gate, she checked in, and sat down looking out at the plane. She could hear snatches of conversations around her. Children zipped by playing around the banks of seats. The change was quite invigorating.

With an hour more to wait before boarding, she took her book out and read. Behind her a couple sat down, voices hushed. Yet she couldn’t help hearing the pleading in the voice of a woman.

“I can’t.” There was a sniffing, a huffed breathing. “Please don’t ask me to stay!”
Allison could hear crying, and was determine not to turn around. It was none of her business.

“But I need you here,” the man said.

“No you don’t. Not the way I need you to need me.” More crying.

“You know it’s too…” a pause. “soon. But I can’t bear it if you go. If you leave, I won’t have anyone.”

Allison’s eyes became stone cold. What a nerve he has!

“Why did you bring me here, to turn around and beg me to stay?” Allison heard the woman to ask.

Unable to resist, Allison turned around in her seat so she could see the couple. “You!” She blurted out, standing up and staring at him. Both of them turn to her. The woman had an astonished look on her face. But the man looked at Allison, and she could tell that he was searching his mind to remember where he knew her from.

“You left this behind.” Allison pulled the magazine out and tossed it in his lap.

“Who is this woman?” the other woman asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Well she seems to know you!”

“She’s…” He looked at Allison, again searching her face for recognition.

“Just a face in the crowd, on a commuter train,” Allison said to the woman.

“But what are you doing here?” She grabbed the magazine off his lap, turning it over, and finding his name and address printed on a label on the front. She turned back to the man. “How did she end up with your mail?” She threw the periodical back at him. “What a fool I’ve been!”

The loudspeaker crackled, a voice interrupting the waiting passengers. “Flight 815 for Belize is now boarding.”

Grabbing up her purse, and taking hold of her carry-on, she started off for the gate.

“Janis!” the man called. He was on his feet following her.

“No, John,” she said hurrying faster toward the gate.

Allison picked up her own belongings and walked past him, then her, and handed her ticket to the agent. She paused as she started down the long corridor toward the plane, turning to look back. The couple was standing to the side as other passengers filed through the gate. Janis stood, her eyes tearing up. John was next to her, looking at her with pleading eyes.

Shrugging, Allison resumed her journey toward a new destiny, a new adventure. The one thing she knew for certain was where the dream came from.


Many thanks to AuthorsBMazing for giving us the prompts to unknown adventures!