The explosion almost deafens me with the tremendous blast from the back of the plane. People scream and cry as they know that in moments the Atlantic Ocean will become a personal experience to them. I grasp my wife’s hand tightly and hold on as the whole plane dips down and falls. Falling into the water from such an altitude in a giant metal barrel with wings is not a smooth thing. The crash horrified me almost beyond sanity.
Things go dark.
Birds… I hear birds above me and realize I’m on a beach, laying flat on my back. I sit up and look around. Bodies and wreckage lay everywhere, lifeless and charred. I turn to my side and gag a few times, but there is nothing in my stomach to come up. I guess I must’ve already puked earlier.
I look to my other side and I see her. My wife. She’s bloated and grayish blue, with lifeless eyes that stare straight up. A tear runs down her face. The tear came from me and from the pain I feel. I scream in agony knowing she is gone and I never appreciated her. So many things I never told her about. So many things I wanted to confess.
I look to her and the words start to spill out. I tell her that I had multiple affairs with my secretary. I meet with her on a weekly basis and the only reason I haven’t stopped is because she threatened to blackmail the law firm I work for.
I tell her that I got a raise months ago, but didn’t tell her because I spent the extra money on cocaine. It’s a habit I’ve had for years and its gotten worse and worse.
I tell her that I sometimes dance around in her underwear when she’s gone. And that I’m Bi. But of course she would have guessed that since the secretary I’m having an affair with is named Henry.
I tell her that she’s not the first wife I’ve had. In fact I’ve had two others and have four kids that live in other parts of the country. But since I changed my name to flee from tax fraud, the mothers can’t track me down for the child support.
Her brother… I have to tell her about her brother, and that he didn’t just die from a hit and run. I was driving the car that hit him. I was drunk, in a stolen car, being chased by the mafia because it was one of their cars I’m driving.
Those are my sins. I’m sorry and I realize I should have appreciated you more. If only I had a second chance I’d show you I could be a good husband. If only!
I scream again towards the sky in anger. Anger because that I lost the woman whom I love, and at how badly I treated that woman. My tears roll out and I stop speaking because I have no more confessions to make. Nothing more I can say.
Things go dark… again…
Then I realize I’m laying in bed. The tear soaked pillow underneath my head cradles it comfortably and the alarm clock shows that its only 3:33 am. Oh how wonderful! It was a dream. A second chance to make things right!
I turn to my wife and wrap an arm around her. Snuggling in with her I realize she’s awake. With tears in her eyes she looks at me and says, “Did you know you talk in your sleep?”
So much for a second chance.