Beautiful Dreamers

Beautiful Dreamers
 
     We are ensconced in the sea shell world of our village for the divinely touched. She sits next to me on couch.
     “What should I get my husband for Christmas?” she ponders. “Oh he’d love a subscription to Playboy. I’ll get him that.”
     Chagrined I reply, “You wouldn’t mind that?”
     She smiles big as Texas. “Oh not at all. He’ll love it.”
     Our conversation meanders into her disclosure which is a startling revelation.
     “They took me to the quiet room last night” she whispers. “The men pinned me against the wall. Then they took down my pants and gave me a shot in my bottom.”  
     Her story breaks my heart. I imagine her humiliation and wonder what necessitated such measures. Unashamed, her sunflower smile beams blue sky love.  
     Later that day she says, “I’m going to wash your coat for you John.” I wear that coat all day every day, regardless of temperature.  
    I reply, “You don’t have too.”
     She beams and says, “It will be my pleasure.”  
And she washes it for me.  
     She is such a kind and compassionate soul. Her orchid flower grin shines in the hollow of my heart with rays of golden eternity.