He woke up that morning dreading the day ahead. The holidays were especially hard to deal with. This day however, he decided to get into the spirit of things and ask for a special gift.
Even if the fairy tales were for kids, he believed that if he gave enough thought and power to his wishes and just 'gave it' to the universe, eventually the wishes would materialize. He was to make this right though! Perfect! So much so, that if his wishes were not to materialize, he would have the universe show up and give him an explanation, for he had done everything perfect!
He stayed in bed an extra half hour when he woke up, going over the day ahead like a football coach on a 4th down. Except, he was really playing for something much bigger than any game...he was fighting for his will to live.
The goal he needed to make it to was LIFE! It is:
22 seconds on the clock
on their 20 yard line
in a field of death and depression. One fumble, and he would die in the darkest pit of that battle ground.
He got up, showered, dressed and went to his desk with pen and paper...while all the time their faces would race in his thoughts, round and round. That actually, always happened, but this time he didn't fight the memories... (him, round). He wanted to fully immerse in them (her, round) with his imagination so that the universe would hear the (to and fro) silent shouts of his wishes.
He sat and stared at the paper (round and round). He remembered that day at the park (children laughing) and like always, his face started disfiguring....fighting the flood but to no avail. Again, he did not fight much as he needed (his hugs after work) to be one with them so the universe would fall with the strength of his thoughts (her smile). The sorrows dripped down his right cheek and preluded an unstoppable salty ocean.
Perfect. No fumbles. life or death. Touchdown or tackled. He had suffered so much, that either his wish would come to pass or he would fast-forward to his next life. Either outcome would be better than his current miserable existence.
He takes the pen and paper and started scribbling away hieroglyphics that only him and the universe could decipher, but only after letting the pictures flood his mind of the long ago. He found himself in a darkened hell of their sweet memories, a bottomless ocean of the before... ready to swallow his whole being. It is the worst episode of reminiscence he'd had in years.
The delusions started to grab hold of his weakened mind as he frantically wrote his wish over and over on the paper. He finished a page of unreadable lines and curves and started the next without missing a beat...for he knew who's eyes would grace his words! This was his plea of the heart! The only thing he'd ever asked for! This needed to be, HAD to be perfect! Life or death!
He kept writing frantically with his loved ones front-forward in his mind (round and round) and the tiny rivers on his face amassed to a constant dripping of liquid memories on to his desk. He kept his head locked downward for a full hour...writing his plea, weeping and remembering.
The delusions he had suffered in the past after the divorce were gone...or so he thought. Furthermore, the Doctor had warned him about exerting himself mentally...but it was too late for him to do anything. At the peak of him summoning the universe, his delusions started manifesting...a whole new world that only he could see started to creak open...
At first, he heard Mason's laugh... exactly like he remembered it. The child's laugh was coming from the bathroom a few feet behind him. He ignored it, thinking it must have been a child's laugh coming in thru the window.
He kept at it... summoning the universe, life or death. Five minutes after Mason, he caught the shape of a little girl from the corner of his eye sprinting from his bed and out the bedroom door! He turned quickly, but only glanced at the matching brown hair of his daughter on a little girl fly out the room! He paused the world in his eyes and asked under his breath: “could this be it?”
He stoped all he was doing as his delusional mind was then taking full control of his reality...the reality he had been longing for.
He sat quietly and a far away chatter of children started flying in thru his hears slowly, as he dove deeper into his own abyss. The noise started finding definition with individual voices, specifically, Mason's and Maddison's glorious talk!
He could wait no longer and stormed out his room with a huge smile illuminating the way to his children!
As he jumped out the chair, a single sheet of paper parachuted down to the floor. On it, the repeated scribbles on the paper read “Please!! I haven't seen my children since the divorce...for one Christmas, please let them be with me...for one Christmas!, no matter how you do it, let them be with me!”
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