Christmas Under The Sea
"Love is a Many-Splendored Thing." He put down the book and cried. "Why didn't someone tell me I was old!" Race, today, no longer an issue. When will love conquer all? He fought so hard. He was no fighter. He prayed she was. Time to recoup from the fight. He raised a booklet of such good sight from the table nearby. Manatees, dolphins so many, even some whales. Great barracuda excited him the most. Reminded him of a story of anemones eating ants. He cried, again. How do you walk away from something you wanted your whole life because it isn't perfect to righteous men? He wiped the tears. The bold, red print said, "Aquarium Rooms Under the Sea." He reached for his phone. The number he dialed. Now, he awaited the day to pack his things. Lackless joy and excitement those days. Sights of and words from her ripped him apart. The day to mend getting nearer The spray hit his face. How was this going to work? No, sub. How do we get down? A platform appeared in the distance. Getting near, a tube high going down into the water. Ladder and steps to the top. In minutes, sliding down the tube into the land under the sea. It didn't work. His love grew, as did his missing her. His only comfort going down the tube his imagination. The wonders of the gate his eyes seeing her there to begin the journey to Above Cognitive.
Perfection is filling your heart with love and happiness. He was perfect in those aspects. The righteous cared for neither love or happiness. Nor the excitement and joy of living except their own. How to break the barriers of their bias? She had to think. Cabins in the mountains sound so good. Peaceful and time to think. Minutes on the phone and set she was. Short plane ride and there she was. Not short enough to stop all the hurt of missing him. Knowing he was there for her. Knowing he judged not. He only loved her more and more. How does she let go and become the woman she was meant to be? Was this real love? The hurt of feelings. How wonderful knowing he would always be there waiting for her at the gate. The room. The view. Breath-taking. Now, she had some idea of Above Cognitive and reason for the journey to get there, but how to get there?
Darkness, then colored lights. Darkness, then colored lights. How long? Who knew? Flop, onto a soft, air pillow. After the butt-shock and repose, his eyes opened to a most magnificent view. A whale of a manatee faced against the glass. A welcome room bigger than he thought one could ever be. Brochures lack the story telling of real. And the glass dome in the center of it all, a wonder of the world to him. All the fishes and sea mammals swimming or floating in the salt waters of the ocean sea. A deep breath he took. Definitely, no mountain air. Little strain on lungs. Unfelt, overpowered by the eyes. Even the eyes, weak to the stomach. There a small cafe and an empty table. Thought of a fish sandwich crossed his mind, but the sad look of the puffer fish changed his mind. After his order, he looked around. At the bar, no, it can't be. Her shape, her hair, no, it can't be. The rush into his heart of all the memories of all her moves. Memories brought voices, too. Every word she ever said to him, good and bad. The bad a speargun shot through his chest. The good from another time. After an order of shot of wine, only one for he wanted clear thoughts as he journeyed to the gate of Above Cognitive.
Waiting for her room she was directed to the bar. Images of snow and Christmas in her thoughts. It was near. She turned her head for a glance around. Quick return to her glass as she thought she saw him. She looked into the mirror but no sight of him, only a form. What if it was him? How long should she wait at her chair? Her eyes caught her eyes in the mirror. She saw into her heart and soul. What has more meaning? The moment or eternity. How do you not love being loved? Then, a flash of red in four eyes. Turn she did. Charge of a bull seemed mild. She walked up to him and grabbed his shirt. "I love you, too!" Still in a daze from seeing her, he awoke with the words. As her arms squeezed him as did her lips, he heard a voice in his heart. "Enjoy your Christmas under the sea." He kissed her back and held her back so close. When recovering, he found in his hand the booklet, in bold, red print it said, "Aquarium Rooms Under the Sea." With another hug, he looked at the manatee, "Thank, you!" The manatee winked. He, the One, saying start your journey to the gate of Above Cognitive. Or, was it all a story from a book of a journey past bias and bigotry to the gate of Above Cognitive?