Just as John and I basked in our anniversary bliss on the beach, a woman in a swimsuit ran up, knelt before him, and uttered his name. My heart stopped. Who was she, and what could she possibly want from my husband? Little did I know, I was in for a tear-jerking awakening that day.
“JOHN… No, please don’t leave me… John!” I shrieked, jolting awake in an empty bed. My heart was racing as I realized it was just a nightmare. I’m Rosa, and I just had the worst dream ever. My husband John had abandoned me in some tropical paradise, surrounded by turquoise waters and swaying palm trees. As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, I tried to shake off the uneasy feeling.
“Rosa? You okay?” John’s voice called from the hallway. He appeared in the doorway, a concerned look on his face.
I let out a sigh of relief. “Yeah, just a bad dream. What time is it?”
“It’s almost 9. I made coffee,” he said with a smile. “Oh, and happy anniversary, sweetheart.”
