2004-08-14
9:02 a.m.

Weekend in New England

What could make someone feel better than knowing you care? Send this bed tray, overflowing with your best wishes and our get-well gifts. We've included treats like soup, cookies, tea bags with a honey stirring spoon, fortune cookies, popcorn, raisins, vegetable juice and even chocolate bandages! Plus facial tissue, cards and games, and a prescription book filled with good wishes and coupons for hugs.

It has given me great pleasure to imagine how it was the following morning and, even more, how it would be if I had delivered it in person...

Clay awakens... tousled hair... jammies slightly askew from a night of restless dreams. He wipes the sleep from his eyes and sees me enter with my gift. I sit beside him on the bed. He smells of ironed, hotel sheets and, as I pour him a cup of tea... and add the honey for his throat... he looks startled to see me.

" A nice cup of Hot Tea,Sweetie.. with something soothing for your throat. Careful now...don't spill and burn Waldo! Oooops! Thats okay...we'll just put a couple of these chocolate bandaids on there..."

" Here... A man gets hungry fighting off hoardes of crazy women... have a cookie and be sure to read your fortune..

YOU WILL SOON TRAVEL TO A NORTHERN CLIMATE AND SPEND THE WINTER BY THE SEA, CUDDLED UP WITH A MAINE BROAD WHO WILL FULFILL YOUR EVERY WISH.

"Snack on some popcorn and raisins... and sip some of this juice... lots of vitamins to enhance your next performance. Look! I brought my crown... and one for you too!

" Oh,Honey! Don't cry! Here... let me just slip under those covers for a minute..."

"I brought some puzzles and games to help pass the time...and we don't even have to get out of bed!"

"Winters in Maine may be long and we might not be able to leave the house for weeks! If the power goes off, we may have to resort to the old custom of Spooning to keep warm. What? You don't do that in the South? Here...let me show you..."

"When we get to Maine , we will walk with Raleigh on the beach.."

"Lie in the warm sun."

"Eat chocolates in bed..Thats okay, Hon...this is a fantasy, remember?"

"And I will write a poem a day for you..."

"And when Winter comes, we will never leave our bed...."

SO! I may be a CONCERT virgin but that word no longer applies to Clay!

Delusional, you say? Another page of fiction by Sandi?

{ Remember her imagined wedding and bizarre description of the birth of little Vincent?}

She has truly topped herself with this one!! I think it is time to call the men in the white coats, don't you?

Well, Ye of Little Faith...this time I have the proof! Cast your doubting eyes on THIS!!

Written By: Sandi

Posted by: Wendy in FL