I wrote this story as part of my “morning pages,” the randomness that comes out of my brain and through my fingertips first thing in the morning. I hope you enjoy.
There’s a knock on the front door. It’s much too early for visitors, the sun has yet to rise and I am snuggled under the covers, alone and naked. The tapping is persistent, so I give in. Emerging from my lair, I wrap my shivering body in a fuzzy red bathrobe.
I peer through the peephole and I see Hope. I open the door. She stands erect, in all her glory, eyes sparkling. She brought the sun with her and she is illuminated, her white-blonde hair creating a halo around her unblemished face.
“You’re here early today,” I say, rubbing my eyes. I forgot my glasses and her edges are blurring into the light.
“I heard you calling for me in your sleep. You had a nightmare,” she says.
She smiles at me the way a new mother smiles at her crying baby.
“Rejection is coming for you, my dear.”
“He is?” My heart beats faster. “What should I do?”
“He’ll try to get in through the window. His face will be covered. Don’t let him in.” Her smile has given way to a frown.
“Should I keep my windows closed always?”
“Leave them open during the day, allow the fresh air in. But after the sun sets, keep them locked. Rejection can only attack those in the dark. ”
“What about my dreams?”
“He cannot hurt your dreams, he can only bring fear. But don’t give up, my darling. No matter how many times he comes knocking. Thank him for thinking of you and tell him you’re not interested.”
“What happens if he gets in?”
“There’s a chance he will slip in when you open the door to step outside. It won’t be your fault. He’s quicker than a thunder cloud and smaller than a rain drop. If he gets in, you call me. I’ll be there.”
Hope is fading into a cloud.
“Don’t forget about me, darling. I’m always here for you.”
The cloud lifts and the sun shines brighter now, so bright that I must close my sensitive eyes. When I open them, she is gone.