It’s the last day of the longest vacation I ever had. I have stayed almost 6 months on the island of El Hierro. At first, I had no idea why I chose this island for my holiday destination. Sure it is far from home, and it’s not a popular spot. But I’m not the only tourist here. Since my arrival I have collected plenty of reasons to remain on this magic island.
What can I do to keep from awakening from my wonderful dream? I don’t want to wake. I don’t want to leave…
I’m packing now, Look! I had to buy three more bags! I never considered myself a shopper but I cannot deny I shopped with the evidence in front of me. I love packing most times, it gets me ready to travel. But I don’t feel like packing today. I don’t want to return now even though I love packing.
Is it possible for me stay? I know the answer. No. I have to go back to the real world. I can no longer run away. Am I ready to go back? No, not really.
Is it the island that makes me hold my heart here? Or is it the peace of being away from reality that keeps me here? I think it is the latter.
I must leave anyway. Reality can’t be that bad, everyone lives with it. I can exist in it too but when I can’t stand it any longer, I will run away… again and again.
Thanks so much to Simple American who helped me edit my first short story!!!
This is a part of self-therapy I'm having, same as the dream interpretation and the letter to myself. Let's get to know better about this creature called Jane!