Save Me, Odysseus

Nightmare

September 15, 1200 B.C-

               After three days without sleep, I let my fatigue envelope me into a deep slumber. I was dreaming of the day Odysseus left for sea. We were telling each other goodbyes on the dock, and it was the first time that I ever lost my composure in public. I began to whimper softly before Odysseus pulled me into hug, which then lead to me not being able to control my emotions. I began to weep loudly into his chest, trying to muffle my sounds as best as I can with his shirt. By the time I recomposed myself again, I had his shirt drench in my tears. He then tilted my chin to look me squarely in the eyes. I started up into his brown eyes as he said his parting words to me.

"I promise to return, as nothing the gods dammed my way will ever keep me apart from you. If I am to die on this journey, I would raise through hell just to see you one last time before I enter my afterlife, because there's no afterlife if I don't see your precious face before I part ways with the world. But don't fret, my dear. I don't plan to leave this world anytime soon if you're still living in it, waiting for me to return. Alas, it's time for me to go, but let the love from Aphrodite keep your spirit alive for me when I'm gone. I love you Penelope. Forever and always," he said as he flashed me a ruefully smile and gave me a kiss before walking away.

"I love you too Odysseus," I called out before falling upon my knees on the deck, sobbing from the heart wrenching grief that consumed me when watching the man of my life walk out of it. It was then, I knew it was a dream, because as I watched his ship sail away, lightning suddenly struck it. His ship then began to sink and I was left on the deck, watching my beloved die, as I was unable to save him. It was as if the gods where sending me a message.

I woke up shrieking the name Odysseus off the tip of my tongue. My vocal cords felt abused, and it hurt just to swallow. Even his death in my dreams left me traumatized and as a result, I began praying to the gods that they would have mercy on my suffering soul, to allow the save return of Odysseus. All I wanted was Odysseus. Life was unbearable without him, and I wonder if he felt the same too...

"Someone asked me to describe home and I almost said your name, but I stayed quiet instead. People expect you to say a place, but I felt more at home in your two arms." –Unknown

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