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Authors: Mark Paul Smith
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driver, heading into Paris. It's a dream come true. Our dream is coming true."
"You are my dream come true," Leonard said as he kissed her tenderly. "I never met a woman who could make things happen as fast as you. I don't know how you came up with those airplane girls. I don't know what we would have done without them."
"Somebody else would have come along. Don't you see, sweetie? We've got love on our side."
Leonard caught the driver checking them out in the rearview mirror, so he said, "Hey, there. Thanks for the lift. Do you speak English?"
"A little bit," the driver said.
"That's all we need," Leonard said. "We're looking for the Eiffel Tower."
"Yes, yes, I take you there," the driver said. "Is near hotel."
It didn't take long before Honey and Leonard were surrounded by the magic of Paris. By the time the Eiffel Tower came into view, Honey was bouncing on the seat like a little girl.
"There it is. Oh, my stars, there it is. It looks like a postcard. I feel like I'm floating into a postcard. The Eiffel Tower looks even prettier than the pictures. It's taller than I thought it would be. And look at all the buildings. They look like fancy birthday cakes. And the cafés with the awnings. Everything looks so French. Oh, my, we'd better get to the hotel fast. I'm so excited I'm going to wet my pants."
The driver must have thought she was serious because he got them to the hotel in a hurry. Honey paid him in French currency and tipped him handsomely. Jennifer had helped her exchange quite a bit of money in the airport.
They checked into the hotel, found their room and fell into bed with their clothes on for an exhausted nap.
* * *
Leonard awakened in a golden room. He sat on the edge of the bed and wondered where he was. The sun was streaming through a tall window, making the flocked wallpaper glow. He thought he might be dead. Everything was so peaceful and full of light. It felt like he might be in heaven.
He didn't notice Honey still sleeping in the bed. The window had captured his attention. It seemed outlined in shining silver, its see-through curtains flowing in a slight breeze as if beckoning him to the window with the outstretched arms of angels.
Suddenly, and for no good reason, he was afraid of the window. Its allure became menacing and it began to feel like a trap. He began to feel cold.
Where am I? What has happened to me?
He checked his arms and legs to make sure he still had a body and got up slowly to move away from the window. He heard his mother calling him from far away.
Why is mother calling?
The voice seemed to be coming from the window. Despite his fear, Leonard moved toward the sound of his mother's voice. The window and its curtains sucked him into the light of his own confusion. His heart was racing as he looked through the window screen and tried to understand where he was and what he was doing there. It was a terrible feeling, not knowing.
The scenery was no help at all. It was totally unfamiliar and unnerving. He was lost, inside and out.
"Leonard, it's time for bed," his mother said.
"Mother, where are you? I can't see you."
"I'm right here. I'm always with you. You know how much I love you. But it is time for bed."
"I need to see you so you can tuck me in and give me a kiss goodnight."
He felt a kiss on his forehead and then heard the voice say, "Sleep tight, my son. You don't need to see me. Sleep tight. Tomorrow's going to be another big day."
"What's happening to me?" he asked his mother. "I feel like I'm losing my mind."
"Don't worry about losing what you think is your mind," his mother said softly. "The mind is much more than you think. We all become a part of it eventually."
"When we die?"
"Nobody ever dies," his mother said. "We simply escape the illusion, the prison, of self."
"So what do I do until then?"
"Be happy with what you got."
Leonard chuckled at hearing her favorite saying. He didn't sound like himself. His half-laugh sounded like it was coming
"You are my dream come true," Leonard said as he kissed her tenderly. "I never met a woman who could make things happen as fast as you. I don't know how you came up with those airplane girls. I don't know what we would have done without them."
"Somebody else would have come along. Don't you see, sweetie? We've got love on our side."
Leonard caught the driver checking them out in the rearview mirror, so he said, "Hey, there. Thanks for the lift. Do you speak English?"
"A little bit," the driver said.
"That's all we need," Leonard said. "We're looking for the Eiffel Tower."
"Yes, yes, I take you there," the driver said. "Is near hotel."
It didn't take long before Honey and Leonard were surrounded by the magic of Paris. By the time the Eiffel Tower came into view, Honey was bouncing on the seat like a little girl.
"There it is. Oh, my stars, there it is. It looks like a postcard. I feel like I'm floating into a postcard. The Eiffel Tower looks even prettier than the pictures. It's taller than I thought it would be. And look at all the buildings. They look like fancy birthday cakes. And the cafés with the awnings. Everything looks so French. Oh, my, we'd better get to the hotel fast. I'm so excited I'm going to wet my pants."
The driver must have thought she was serious because he got them to the hotel in a hurry. Honey paid him in French currency and tipped him handsomely. Jennifer had helped her exchange quite a bit of money in the airport.
They checked into the hotel, found their room and fell into bed with their clothes on for an exhausted nap.
* * *
Leonard awakened in a golden room. He sat on the edge of the bed and wondered where he was. The sun was streaming through a tall window, making the flocked wallpaper glow. He thought he might be dead. Everything was so peaceful and full of light. It felt like he might be in heaven.
He didn't notice Honey still sleeping in the bed. The window had captured his attention. It seemed outlined in shining silver, its see-through curtains flowing in a slight breeze as if beckoning him to the window with the outstretched arms of angels.
Suddenly, and for no good reason, he was afraid of the window. Its allure became menacing and it began to feel like a trap. He began to feel cold.
Where am I? What has happened to me?
He checked his arms and legs to make sure he still had a body and got up slowly to move away from the window. He heard his mother calling him from far away.
Why is mother calling?
The voice seemed to be coming from the window. Despite his fear, Leonard moved toward the sound of his mother's voice. The window and its curtains sucked him into the light of his own confusion. His heart was racing as he looked through the window screen and tried to understand where he was and what he was doing there. It was a terrible feeling, not knowing.
The scenery was no help at all. It was totally unfamiliar and unnerving. He was lost, inside and out.
"Leonard, it's time for bed," his mother said.
"Mother, where are you? I can't see you."
"I'm right here. I'm always with you. You know how much I love you. But it is time for bed."
"I need to see you so you can tuck me in and give me a kiss goodnight."
He felt a kiss on his forehead and then heard the voice say, "Sleep tight, my son. You don't need to see me. Sleep tight. Tomorrow's going to be another big day."
"What's happening to me?" he asked his mother. "I feel like I'm losing my mind."
"Don't worry about losing what you think is your mind," his mother said softly. "The mind is much more than you think. We all become a part of it eventually."
"When we die?"
"Nobody ever dies," his mother said. "We simply escape the illusion, the prison, of self."
"So what do I do until then?"
"Be happy with what you got."
Leonard chuckled at hearing her favorite saying. He didn't sound like himself. His half-laugh sounded like it was coming
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