"Follow me Mel, I have to show you something!" my husband Sandy said eagerly. I looked around. We were running around in Sandy's construction site where he worked. We were goofing off having a good time. Everything was okay. Sandy's fingers were entwined with mine, pulling me along. While running, he looked over his shoulder to look at me trailing behind him. He smiled. "Melanie!" A voice in the distance called my name. I stopped dead in my tracks, looking around for where the voice came from. Sandy was just stopped beside me. I look to my left and there he was. Felix Valentine, my high school boyfriend. I take a step toward him and I suddenly feel Sandy's grip tighten around my left wrist. Sharp pains shot up my arm and it felt like pins and needles were surging through my arm. "No Melanie, this way. Let's go." We continued to walk towards our destination. Wherever that was.
After only seconds, we were in a totally different part of the construction site. We stumbled upon a huge sandpile, and lying right next to it was a baby cocooned in a light green blanket. Sandy walked over to the baby and picked it up. Smiling down at it he said, "Isn't our son beautiful?" He handed the baby over to me. Confused, I took it. We have a child now? I looked at him admirably. He had his eyes. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. I looked up to flash Sandy a smile, but he wasn't there.
Still, with the baby in hand, I searched frantically for my husband. He was no where in sight. I stepped in something wet. I looked down to discover I had stepped in a small cement patch. I tried to lift my entrapped foot but the cement had already hardened.I looked around for something to chisel the cement off but in the blink of an eye, I was surrounded by four pits of cement. One in front of me, one behind me, and one on both sides of me. If i took one step with the foot that I had, I'd be doomed. I looked in all pits and surely enough, there he was. The one to my left had Sandy slowly submerging back-first into the cement, his shoulders and face only visible. I could hear his cries for help. Screaming as loud as he could for anyone to hear him. I yelled with him. My chest tightened with fear. What was I going to do with this baby? Soon his voice became muffled, then all at once, gone forever. I let out a blood-curdling scream.
Carrying the scream from my dream into reality, I woke with a start. I sat straight up in bed, drenched in sweat. Leaning forward, I rested my head in my hands, panting and crying. A few stray hairs fell out of my messy bun. This recurring dream gets me every time. I've been having the dream for a month. Ever since Sandy died. I look to my left and see the picture of my deceased husband angled toward me on my bedside table. Then I look to my right at the empty spot next to my king sized bed where he used to lay.
