SYNCHRONICITY (Dream Walker) 🖋

Sebastian - 1

Alison inserted the key into the door, gazing through the glass at the German Shepherd Dog staring back at her, his tail swishing back and forth a million miles a minute. She opened the door and heard the telephone ringing and scooted past the large dog and crossed the room; she felt like she was moving through molasses. The machine had answered the call.

She sat down at David's desk and waited for a voice to come over the speaker, but the caller had hung up. She realized that she was still holding her handbag and turned to set it on the kitchen table. She then picked up the phone and saw a blocked number and was glad that she hadn't reached it in time. She looked through David's Rolodex and found his insurance agent's number and dialed the number. One of the other agents picked up. She asked to speak to his personal agent and learned that she was unavailable and was asked if she wanted to leave a message.

"Yes," Alison replied. "Please tell her that I signed the paperwork this morning."

"Oh Ali, I'm so sorry. Hang on a sec?"

"Alright."

A moment later, his agent came on the line. "Sorry about that. I'm in the middle of litigation, but you're actually one of the people that I wanted to talk to. I'm really sorry, Ali."

"Thanks." Alison sighed.

"Have funeral arrangements been made?"

"Yes."

"Alright. I have the director's number here as well as David's attorney. Our office will work with them to get everything taken care of for you. You'll have paperwork for the house and property to go over and sign. I expect the mortgage will be paid for now?"

"I think that's how he has it set up?"

"Well, don't worry about it. I'll handle it personally, alright?"

"Okay."

"You're aware that he had two policies right? One was a term policy and the other was whole life..."

"No. I didn't know."

"You're about to be a very wealthy woman."

"Oh. Umm...can I talk to someone about investments or something? I expect that I'll just keep working, you know? To keep my mind busy..."

"I understand. How about I set you up with one of our people after the funeral. There's really no rush right now, alright?"

"Okay."

"Well, everyone here in the office sends their condolences. We all thought a lot of David. He was very well liked in the community."

She smiled. "That's nice to hear. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'll call you if I need anything from you, besides your signature. I can bring it out if you like?"

"Whatever is easiest?"

Alison breathed in deeply as she hung up the telephone and leaned back in the mammoth chair. It was clearly too big for her and swallowed her up. David's German Shepherd Dog laid his head in her lap and looked up at her with pained eyes...it was like the dog knew. Her large Belgian Sheepdog managed to fit himself beneath the desk and sighed as he lay down at her feet.

Alison was tired. She stood and walked through her kitchen toward the staircase. She ascended the stairs and walked into her bedroom, followed by her dogs. The cats that were lounging on the bed peered over the edge of the mattress at the three canines, who'd taken up spots in various parts of the room; the German Shepherd Dog laying the closest to the door.

She crawled on the bed, still dressed and slid beneath the covers and closed her eyes.

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Alison found herself standing at the double doors to the McDonald's in London. Aware that she was in a dream, she wondered what lessons it had to teach and she just allowed herself to go with it.