Just another morning. Eleni woke up and laid there, dreading spending another day trapped in the hamster wheel she called “the office”. She laid there and as always, glanced at the antique box that she picked up in a charming little shop that she picked up in the village years ago that she could never bring her self to open.
“Eleni, open the box!” said the voice of the ghost. Eleni got up and got ready to face the day.
After a day of endless meetings, emails and phone calls she was finally on her way home, no more excited than she was on her way into work. She arrived home, changed into her house cloths knowing full well that she would not leave again until she went to work the next day. She made dinner, her husband came home, they ate, they watched TV and then they went to bed.
“Open the box…it is my gift to you!”
God another day! Eleni got up too late and too tired to shower. She quickly got ready, grabbed her things and ran out the front door, dropping everything on the way to her car. She got a speeding ticket on her way into work and arrived forty minutes late…no coffee. That evening she arrived home, changed into her house cloths, made dinner, her husband came home, they ate, they watched, TV and then they went to bed.
Ahh finally the weekend. Eleni smiled as she realized the day was hers to do as she pleased. Her husbands phone rang as he slept next to her. He answered, said he couldn’t talk and hung up. It was her.
“Why aren’t you listening to me? Open the box I sent you!”
Eleni got up and and got ready, and left. She drove around all day doing errands and wasting time. Anything was better than going home to face her reality. She went to the grocery store, the cleaners, and the local Starbucks. Finally the day got late and Eleni decided to head home. She stared at the TV not really watching. He was sitting next to her. She picked up a book to read but could not focus. She never read anymore. She never wrote anymore. Never picked up a brush anymore. Finally, they went to bed. She leaned over to him, he kissed her, and quickly laid back to go to sleep.
It’s 2am and Eleni wakes up screaming from another night terror. Drenched with sweat and tears, Eleni takes a minute and realizes it was just a bad dream. That’s all, just a dream. He woke up. “Sssshh it’s okay, just a dream” and then he went right back to sleep.
“Listen to me!! Open the box!!”
Eleni laid there until finally she fell back to sleep.
It was Sunday. Day 2 of the two days in which we live our lives each week. Eleni opened her eyes.
“Please I beg you to listen!!!”
Eleni’s glance went from the antique box to the suitcase that was still sitting packed in her closet from their last trip that they spent in silence. She got up and got ready. She put on her shoes and coat and sat at the edge of her bed staring at the box. He was sleeping. She stared for what seemed like hours. Finally she opened the box. There was nothing in the box but it was not empty. She grabbed her suitcase and the antique box, she kissed him on the forehead, she took the house key of her key chain and left it on the dresser where the antique box once stood, she smiled and waved good-bye to the ghost that sat in chair in the corner of the bedroom, she walked out the door and drove away.
“Good-bye Eleni” said the ghost smiling back as she watched Eleni drive away.