One Wish

Mirror Reflection

Mirror Reflection

Monday

As I looked across the lake and then up to the sky adorning a spectacular engaging sight, I was magnetized. The sun was shining like rays of gold through the dark storm clouds that curled around the mountains. It was a sight to see.

I turned around to see him. Did I imagine it?

No, he was real. Just not yet to my seeing eye.

My eyes opened and shut again as I woke up, in and out of reality from my dream. I beat my head against my pillow and rolled over, its molded cushion edging me to drift back to sleep…to drift back to where I could see the eternal love of my life.

Nope, I was awake and fighting the frustration once again. Had I met this person before? I wondered for the first time. The one who constantly beckoned my heart in my dreams…

I lifted my heavy head to glance at the fuzzy numbers on the bedside table clock, stealing just a few more minutes of snoozing before I dragged myself out of my slumber.

Staring out across my room to the window, a slight breeze blew the curtains gently, awaiting the morning sun to pour through at sunrise.

My thoughts were continuing to mull over the intrinsic realities my dreams had to offer. Was there really more to this world than what we could see?

The day to day life that we live seems to be so normal. Yet in my dreams, my mind opens to more things imaginable, that could ever be possible in this lifetime. A dream-filled world where possibilities and realities appear reachable.

Maybe I was just becoming complacent with the day to day routines of life at the moment, I wondered. So maybe that was why my mind would expand in my dreams to visions and stories of things I could only imagine? Yet some dreams were not always filled with what I would expect. Some dreams were terrifying, but in a way that I was intrigued by what took place, as I couldn’t comprehend or relate it to anything I had ever seen before.

What I saw really couldn’t be real, could it?

Did I wish for more? No, I was grateful for the life I was living now, knowing there are no more material possessions or comforts from the things money could buy, that would make life easier or happier.

But it was there. That uneasy empty feeling was still there as usual, as I rolled out of bed and stumbled onto my feet, avoiding the wall mirror as I made my way to the bathroom. The rising heat from the steam filling the bathroom was relaxing, refreshing; a temporary relief to the pain. Breakfast was on my mind too, knowing this was also only temporary relief from the empty feeling that pushed and tugged at my thoughts again and again, as I was becoming certain there was more to this life than what I could see through what I knew of my existence.

***

The roaring sound of thunder echoed in the distance…the sound not making sense as I blinked at the morning view, astonished at the brilliant sun rising above the beach as I walked to work. Deep in thought, I scrolled through my playlist, turning the small dial on my MP3 player searching for the perfect song to awaken my senses. My mind was dancing in between thoughts of the hot events planned for the week and visions of last night’s dream as I strolled along. But distraction was playing at its best as I kept losing concentration, and thinking back to the same face I had seen, pressing for details.

“Ah…” I sighed out loud as I stopped on one track. This will do for now. Not really the upbeat song I was searching for, but the lyrics one wish...if it was just one wish...just one, only one...yeah, yeah... were now floating through my tiny earphones, molding my mood perfectly as I thought of him.

The sun was shining strongly now, gracing the ocean waters, enriching the deep blue and green colours and lighting up the sand with brilliant white and gold reflections. The amazing colours of natural beauty then gave me inspiration for a new idea.

I quickened my step out of my dreamy pace as I traced the familiar path from my home on the beachfront to Exquizit, the store I owned in Downtown Santa Monica.

Another boom of thunder rumbled again and I looked out toward where the sound was coming from to see a few dark clouds out by the mountains, brewing with force against the strength of the morning sunshine. Was there a storm coming? I was sure the weather forecast for the week was for scorching sunny days.

It was early May, end of spring time in Los Angeles, guaranteeing long hot sunny days as we progress towards summer, and a lesser chance of storm weather occurring, surely.

However there was something electrically charged in the air today.

I felt a cool breeze wrap around me causing me to shiver. I brushed off the goosebumps that were lifting across my arms, contradicting the intense heat from the sun. I squinted even with sunglasses on, at the rising light belting down so forcefully like midday heat as if in a battle with the storm clouds standing guard.

Subconsciously my arms protectively wrapped around my chest, staying there until I turned around the last corner at the end of the street and I could see my store up ahead.

A feeling of change was coming, seeming like more than just the weather change, absorbing my everything.

***

I stepped into Exquizit, the door already unlocked and the lights on. Becca must be here already, I thought.

“Hey Kira!” squealed Becca.

“Hey Becca,” I tried to reply with the same enthusiasm. The best word to describe Becca was excitement! She was always excited about something…the latest fashion trend…the new hot guy who asked her out on a date…or maybe the latest new juice blend flavour at Rox café.

“Fab weekend?” I asked, setting my bag and keys down, knowing the most likely answer was definitely yes.

“Yes it was epic! Of course,” she chimed, twirling round to face me. Then her eyes widened in amusement. “Guess what? I heard an interesting topic on the radio, on the way here this morning.”

“Oh yeah, anything good?”

“Well…” she paused for anticipation. “They had a discussion panel with another caller, and you know my all time favourite artist who is so hot on the charts right now…and, oh yeah, they were talking about if you could have three wishes – what would you wish for?”

“Okay...”

“So I’m thinking that’s easy, right? Financial security, hot guy, and family and friends. Oh hang on, that’s four,” she continued, laughing.

I laughed with her, leaning my shoulder on the door frame and began thinking along the same lines until Becca interrupted with a more enthralling question.

“So…what would you wish for if you already have all those things?” she asked, posing her question with sincerity.

“Wow, you’re right,” I replied breathily. “Hmm. I think this conversation’s going too deep for a Monday morning before…”

“He he yeah.” Becca let out a sigh. She knew me well. “How about I go grab us some lattes?”

I was about to say yes great, when my phone buzzed. It was a text from Benja.

15 Rox? This was our code for ‘do you want to meet at Rox café for a catch up in about fifteen minutes?’

“I’ll go. BJ just sent a text saying he wants to catch up. Latte, trim with chocolate and lime twist?” I called out, already flying back out of the office.

“Perfect,” Becca replied as she lightly skipped across the shop floor to reset the accessories before we opened.

“Oh, by the way,” she added, spinning around again. “I would still love to know what you would wish for when you come back ’kay. And…you can’t wait to hear mine for real!”

I smiled, pausing by the front door. “You’re on…”