“In my dreams. I’ve been dreaming of this place for years. I never knew where or what it was,” I said.
I slowly absorbed each detail. How surreal to be somewhere for the first time, and the fiftieth time. The view, the feel, the moment – they were all the same as every dream I had ever had. And it was him, this wonderful person standing next to me, who had brought me.
She woke up to the melodic sound of birds, and a peacefulness in her mind. With arms stretched high, she screeched a yawn and dangled her feet from the bed. Her only agenda for the day was to write something beautiful. What lovely world would she visit today?
“What will you do? Won’t you be bored?” Miles asked.
“What WON’T I do is more like it,” replied Maya.
For years, Maya had been dreaming of writing-filled days, with reading and peaceful ocean walks peppered into her week. She had stumbled upon all the ingredients of a fulfilled life, and her bright smile had become a permanent fixture on her face.