52 Windows Between Universes

He returns with the moon

Angel, honey, my dear, how are things? I love you oh so very much, I know that I tell you every time you call me but oh how deeply I mean it. Ever since I first brought you into this world you've been my greatest pride and joy. Your father completed me. But you completed us. Luckily you've grown so incredibly with age and since losing his you've been able to advance so well with only half of me. You've looked after me, I've noticed, I love you and what you've become. I fear I may not be able to see you for a while, hence this letter, a dead sentiment in this technological age. But still your father wrote for me a lot, he always believe you could contain a lot more heart in the written word. I do not want you to worry when you cannot reach me, know that I will be with you, with him, we will be with you. Oh dear that just seems concerning please honey don't fear. Let me explain.
Since your father's tragic passing all those years ago I've mourned day after day. For the first 2 years I could dream of nothing more than him, our days together, our raising of you. I was 31 when I met him, still a few years off for you luckily, I was begging to feel the drag of days running out. All the happy days I had lost behind me, my joy and energy running thin, the party ending. He was quiet, and intelligent and I fell for him instantly, he made the crust crumble away and I felt young again. I know I've always gone on about it to you I'm sorry I'm rambling again, it's important though. After a few years my dreams were beginning to stray from him, I would be alone, in vast endless landscapes, often gorgeous green empty mountains. I was always journeying from a destination to another destination, I did not know of either. Dense forest and absent deserts sprawling from sunset to sunrise.
I do love it here, the peace and the quiet, but with so few neighbours I do get lonely, I suppose that influenced my subconscious, aside from the obvious gaping hole in my heart. I would feel isolated anywhere. Incomplete.
It began a few months ago, I had been busy all afternoon and tired myself out before dinner, and had retired to my room to nap at 5. The sun was still hanging weakly in the sky as I dozed, projecting it's final rays of the day across the room, soon to submit to night. And so it was odd that I was thrust awake by a bright flash of light that drenched the room. As quickly as I could I looked at the time, it was half 7, and shuffled to the window. Nothing but darkness lay outside, the fields and crops that stretch for miles lay coated in silhouette against the glow of spotted stars above. My eyes began to adjust but nothing looked to be out of the ordinary, I decided to return to bed. I was stopped midway by the sharp intrusion of the crystal white light illuminating the room. This time it was not a flash, a long lingering light, looking through the window I could see the source was amongst the corn fields, it was too bright to make out the cause. I made my way to the kitchen to turn on the outside lights, just about reaching the corn rows beyond the garden but revealing no answers. The piercing glow was still coming from amongst the swaying reeds of corn but was dimmer now. As I was looking through the drawers for the torch the light vanished again. Giving up on the torch I returned to the window hoping to see an answer in the dim garden lights, with no success. The kitchen suddenly lit back up, the snow white light now emanating from a new location. My bedroom. I didn't feel any fear as I walked back to my room, as I walked in and saw the source of the light. The light was easier to look at, less painful. You know those silly old ghost costumes? Just a white sheet creating a distinct head and shoulder shape? Imagine that, but a blistering light burning from each fiber across it's surface. This white shape glowed beside my bed, the far side of the room. It gestured at the bed, I think anyway, and I heard a whisper in the wind. You should sleep it said. I complied. The light dimmed and faded and I slept. Alone I trudged through wet grasslands, grey skies over head, in the distance was an old dilapidated stone building which became my destination. The metal door sat slightly open so I wrapped my hand around the handle, and it wrapped a hand back. I looked down shocked to see a hand holding mine, and back up to see no door. He was there, I had found him again. This felt different to the dreams I had when I first lost him, I felt young again. Sadly I woke in the morning, though later than usual, and made myself busy all day in hope the evening would come sooner. As the sun finally set beyond the horizon I became aware of a smell lingering, noticeable every other second. It was his smell, the smell of his clothes, of being cuddled deep into him in the nights. I can't describe it of course, but it's a scent that always sets my heart racing, the smell of home. Nothing more happened that evening, I found myself sleeping feeling very disappointed. For a few days my life remained entirely pointless, until about a week later when I was woken again from a foggy dream to the intrusive light from outside. The smell filled my nostrils I felt so comforted, to the window I rushed and there stood the glow just beyond the garden. I watched with a wide smile as he watched me.
The light vanished, leaving the silent obsidian night lingering. For the next hour his light would flicker from the fields, igniting for a few minutes before fading, always returning. The light of love will never stop burning. After a few hours sitting by the window watching him come and go, he found his way inside again, glowing in the frame of the door way. The warm glow coats my face and the largest toothiest smile spreads across my face. A young girl I felt once again. Luminous figure just stood in the doorway, unmoving but protecting me I was sure. For a few golden minutes I just sat and bathed in his radiance peacefully until I was shocked by the television bursting to life. A grand stage with a single presenter stood center appeared on screen, he loudly declared "And now it is time-" with that the tv crackled to a channel playing a film, a close up of a man stood over a bed softly saying "Time to go to sleep."
He faded from the doorway and I headed to bed and to sleep. Such joyful dreams awaited me as your father took my hand again and led me from desolation to life. The vast desert was less empty, an old fairground sat alone in the desert, forgotten. He led me in and the old run down rides seemed just a little cleaner, nothing seemed that broken, in fact from all the people here things seemed perfect. Yes for once my dream was crowded with people! The empty fairground was now bustling with life and lights and smells. His handsome younger face smiled at me and I felt the wrinkles fall away as I smiled back.
Fair to say when I awoke from this wonderland the next morning I felt lost and lorn, pondering about the empty house without purpose. Although I dreamt of him the following nights it never felt the same, and likewise the lights did not visit me again.
He came back to me though, a week later. I was cleaning up after dinner when all of the lights in the house went off, I assumed a power cut, but the kitchen speaker turned on and me and your father's favourite song began playing. I simply closed my eyes and let the memories and emotions wash over me, until I was aware of a flash beyond my eyelids. I kept a watch out of the window and sure enough the light would burn into existence and fade maybe once a minute. I watched the spectacle unfold for far too long until a few minutes had passed since it's last appearance. Feeling the show was over I headed to bed, still absent of light. As I began falling asleep the lights came back on, so I reluctantly pulled myself awake to turn them all off. As I opened my eyes fully I noticed the hall beyond my door was in shadow, the light was only in here. Looking up I saw him glowing above the bed, although not him it was shaped more human than before, his height and build and smell all far more apparent. "I love you." I told him.
That's when he spoke to me first, ohh I will always remember his voice, in the wind I heard him say "I need."
My heart inflated in a way I never thought it would again, a sweet sound I thought lost to me. I sat there so happy squinting at him, ignoring the pain in my eyes. He soon managed to finish as I heard "You" float across the wind. He told me he needed me, I believed that first night. He joined me again in my dreams that night and it felt real once again. The second night he appeared again just after sunset. Further away this time but moving closer with each subsequent flash, as if running at me with open arms. It took him only 10 minutes to get inside of the house this time. A light pulsar dancing around the living room chair I was sat in, I smiled softly feeling enveloped by him. The tv begins flipping channels, mainly displaying static, before flipping to a drama show displaying a male bloodied saying, "I need." Quickly switching to a sleazy salesman saying "You Too!" And finally seeking The Terminator 2 with Arnie saying "Come with me if you want to live."
He wanted me to go with him, well that sounded as terrifying to me as it will to you, but he didn't mean what we assume. I was reluctant, unaware of the message. The tv repeated it's message to me again
"I need you to come with me if you want to live."
"How." I asked, trembling.
The television turned off, and I heard his voice, from the light source and more clear than ever. "I can open a door, if you hold my hand you can travel too. Tell her you love her you will be back later." Although his voice was still a little faded it was crystal clear to me, more so when the doorway to the kitchen began glowing. I stood from my chair and made my way to the door, the entire inside now glowed with a pool of light, rippling like water. On the other side of the pool I saw him clear as day, smiling at me. I tried putting my hand into the light pool but felt a magnetic force keeping my hand away. "Not yet, he said. Tell here you will be back soon. I will be back for you soon when I'm strong enough." That was 20 minutes ago, so this is to thank you for everything and to set your mind at ease if you don't hear from me for a week. I love you so very much and so does he. Oh, honey it's started glowing he's back, I'm going to try, I will see you soon.