Becoming Me, 1st installment

Opening

I must have had the dream again last night, though I didn’t remember it invading my subconscious when I woke this morning, the dream is what always triggers the restlessness…


I was walking through the newly laid parking lot of the grocery store, with its dark black asphalt and bright orange lines, blinding in the morning sun. I'd been coming back from the bank, where I had just finished getting something notarized. In my boredom, I began contemplating this life of mine and the daydreams Id been having all morning about something different, something wild and exciting, something that would be a change from the housewife like state I’ve existed in for what suddenly seemed like an eternity.


When I spotted the silver Armada with the New York plates parked 2 rows down from me, it was like a doorway to my soul opened up. That’s when I knew I’d had the dream last night. I felt the urge to climb in even though my husband was waiting for me at home. I felt the urge even though I had long ago become the children’s mother in practice and most definably in my own heart. I felt the urge even though I loved the father I’d had since I became Shelly. The pull was irresistible, it always was. I lifted the handle that had grown warm to the point of blistering my hand in the blow dryer hot, desert sun, and I got in. In that instant I became someone else entirely…