10th Episode – Chasing a Dream (S1 Ep.10-1)

In my dreams, I can always find you

And there he was... With his beautiful smile. No mask, no nothing in the world could make me forget his face. His touch. There he was and was waiting for me. But... "Where are you, my love? Where did you go? Where are all of you going? Where am I? NO!"

Rose: NO! – When I woke up the tears were falling down on my face. I felt a pain in my chest as if a part of me has been stolen. I was disoriented, empty. What a horrible nightmare, all gone, nature had run dry, the gardens were dead. Joan had done more than just eliminate the memory of last night. She stole me my refuge, she stole from my memory the remembrance of Seth.

D. Marya: Rose! Are you all right?

Rose: Hum… I don't know... I have this... - Before finishing the sentence I stopped myself, I was terrified about the loneliness I felt inside, this fear seemed to consume my soul. In the eyes of mother I saw compassion and somehow I felt her warm embrace, as when I had a fall and she would come running to me. I said nothing about what I had just experience, I didn't want to worry her. - …This thirst.

D. Marya: Did you had a nightmare? You don't have to be ashamed, mom is here for you. Let's go downstairs and get a warm glass of milk and that's going all be gone.

Was not thirst, however, the warm milk and the company of mom, the sure that she wouldn’t abandon me calmed me. When I returned to the bedroom I didn't want to dream. I was afraid... I didn't want to see that ugly place, although awake it did not leave my thought, in the dream was a lot more real.

I went to the sewing room and brought to my bedroom my bag with crochet work. I sat on the bed and, with the aid of light from the lamp and my drawing, I started working. Every point made my mind was getting clean of the nightmare that I had, in its place occupied now the viewing of the finished piece I was working on.

It was the middle of the night and my eyes were getting heavy, I packed everything in my bag and I leaned back. I wasn't scared anymore, on the contrary, I was in a flowered and magical place, where, with a gesture of my hand the pieces in my draws come to life. I felt full of love and saw his face, the face of a stranger that I felt as a part of me. I know, it's a dream, in dreams we idealize even the perfect love. But, though, it was just a dream, his face will be in my memory…