Susu's magic trunk

Where soul meets body.

The fire wrapped itself around my stripped body like a warm blanket. It was a sunny winter day in -76, when my man and I went to the mountains. Not a thing seemed to be wrong. The birds were singing and the sky, I remember, had a light shade of pink which faded into a bit of purple and blue which became darker and darker the higher I stretched my neck. The top of the trees were reaching for the starlit sky.
As we approached the cabin, I realized how quiet it was. I turned off the engine, and gave my man a kiss. I stepped out of the jeep and took my first breath of mountain air. It smelled so different, so much different from the air in the city. I felt the arms of my man slipping around my waist, and I put his hand on my belly.
“I hope our baby’s gonna like it”, he said and took my hand and lead us inside. Immediately he started a fire to warm the place up while I put the groceries in their right places and made our bed. He cooked dinner and later on that evening, we enjoyed our first evening up in the mountains with our unborned baby. After the dinner we sat in front of the fire. We leaned on each other and enjoyed the company, the silence, the environment.
A couple of hours later, my eyelids got heavier. He’d already fallen asleep. It didn’t take a long time until I fell asleep as well. Moments later; minutes, hours, I woke up. All I could see was smoke and I realized that we’d forgotten to stove on. The fire had already devoures the kitchen. The couch shared the same destiny.
I automatically put my hands on my belly to protect the baby, but I knew it wouldn’t help. I began to cough and noticed that my man’s unconscious. I tried to put out the fire, but nothing could stop it. It consumed everything with its flames and heat, and I knew. I sat down, next to him and took his hands. I closed my eyes, tried to imagine heaven. "Was he already there, waiting for me? Or did he go to hell and being tortured for an eternity? No, he’s a good man. He’s in heaven, waiting for us. I’m sure of it", I remember I was thinking. I feelt safe even though the fire had licked my clothes and left me with nothing. But it was OK, I wasn't not cold.
The fire wrapped itself around my stripped body, like a warm blanket. Before I lefy Earth, I remembered the smell, the first breath I took in the mountains.

posted by Susu @ Wednesday, October 18, 2006