She woke up with a start. Where was she? Her heart was racing and she was trying to remember, when she felt someone in bed with her. She sat bolt upright and he sat up with her. He was talking but she couldn't focus, she heard screaming and realized it was herself. The man was gently shaking her and talking softly. She was trying to calm but she could remember nothing. She was blank.

Slowly she could see him. His tall dark features and that smile, where had she seen that smile before? He was holding her close and stroking her hair and telling her everything was alright now. How did she know him? If only she could remember.

As she sat there beside him she felt peace emanating from him. Was that love too? Why couldn't she remember?

He laid her down, while she nestled in his arms her mind started to clear.

She remembered a wonderful life but then something wasn't right. There was a car crash, both her loving husband and only child killed instantly. But what of her, why was everything so fuzzy?

She had glimpse's of tubes and lines with her connected to them. Why was she just lying there? Why couldn't anyone hear her? Why wouldn't anyone listen?

At this point she felt the man hold her closer and he began to stroke her hair. It felt so good, so welcome.

Then there was yelling and crying. Not from her but from outside her. She felt someone pulling on her and holding her tight. She thought to herself why won't they let me go?

As the man held her close she felt another, a smaller one. He was climbing up beside them in the bed. He was nestling up beside her for warmth maybe. Who was this?

Then the wailing and crying and she was thinking  again why won't they let me go. Why do they keep me here. Is this where I belong?

Then she saw the light, the bright beautiful light and she started to float, it seemed, towards it. As she glanced back she saw her mother and her sisters all standing around a bed. Who were they looking at? Wait, it was her lying there in the bed surrounded by machines and tubes and the Dr and nurses were frantically working around her. She felt sad for her mom and her sisters and started back.

That's when she heard his voice. Her husband, the man she loved and she heard a voice crying mama and knew it was her beloved son.

At this spot she had to chose, she knew it. She could stay for her mother and sisters or she could go home one last time.

She rolled over and with a clear head hugged her husband and gathered her son in her arms and smothered him with kisses.

Then they climbed out of bed together and walked down the steps to a world where Christmas never ended and love and faith abounded.

 She was home at last.