Good Morning BabeHer voice rings in my ears, waking me. "Good morning babe!"
Under normal circumstances when somebody wakes me before nine o'clock on a Saturday, I get pissed. But hearing her sweet, soft tone makes me arise suddenly, and without question. "Good morning sweetie," I reply.
"Are you ready for the park today?"
Of course I wasn't ready for the park. It was eight a.m. and I was still in pajamas. "I can't wait."
She smiled from ear to ear at my sarcasm, pushing me gently and playfully on the shoulder before leaning down to kiss me. She was still in pajamas herself, so I knew she was joking. We did, however, have a marathon walk in the park rather early that morning.
"I'll go make breakfast, babe, while you fix your hair and stuff," I said. I knew that was why I been shaken from sleep. The walk wasn't for three more hours.
"Thank you babe. You're the best." She kissed me lightly one more time and I proceeded into the kitchen. Eggs, bacon, and pancakes were on the menu for the day. I heard her rustling in the bathroom, looking for her hair drier apparently. I finished the meal, and sat the two plates on the table. Her eggs were scrambled, because she wouldn't eat them any other way. Three strips of bacon, and blueberry syrup, just the way she likes it.
"Breakfast is ready!" I yelled from the kitchen. I sat down to eat. A few minutes passed and she hadn't entered the kitchen yet. It felt warm in the house, so I adjusted the thermostat and sat back down. "Babe!? Babe, the food is done!"
I thought she may have been applying make-up or whatever else girls do, so I finished my breakfast alone. I still felt warm, and was actually starting to sweat, so I lowered the temperature again before going into the bedroom to get dressed. Upon leaving the bedroom, I passed the bathroom once again. "Babe, are you okay? You've been in there awhile." There was no answer. "Babe, you're scaring me..." I pushed open the door. Flames rushed from inside the room, the heat hammering me in the face. "Oh my God! Melissa! MELISSA!"
I didn't even think beyond that point. I rushed into the fire, looking for anywhere that she could possibly be. The heat was intense, flames had already reached the ceiling and covered every wall completely. The room was no longer the pale blue that I had been used to, but was now a combination of deep reds and bright yellows. "Melissa!? Are you in here? Please, Melissa, can you hear me?"
I pressed onward, walking further and further into the fire. It seemed endless. I could no longer tell that I was in a bathroom. Instead I felt like I was in a desert, crossing the Sahara, and that I could never reach the other side, even if I walked for years and years.
I was subconsciously aware of what had happened, but I refused to admit it to myself. I knew she was gone, and now I was, too. We were both gone. Dead forever. I gave in. I sat down on the floor, lay down on my back, closed my eyes, and accepted it.
I awoke with a start, sweat pouring from my face. That was awful. Why would I dream such awful things? I rolled over and reached my hand out as if to comfort Melissa, but my hand air. A pillow, a cover, and emptiness lay before me. I could swear that I smelled ashes in the air around me. It came flooding into my memory. The fire, the smoke, the ER... Everything.
I am writing this for Melissa. I guess what I wanted to say was that I missed you today.