From Sleep May Come: Contemporary Romance by Julie Miller Page A

not welcomed. Tuesday 15 th 2003, Mrs. Della called Michael at the behavioral health hospital at least four times a day. She yelled out loud, “Where is my baby girl! What is happening there?” Michael did everything possibly imaginable to calm down his mother- in- law but a common trait between daughter and mother began to show. The silly and unhealthy mental behavior both shared transitions into an unstable state of mind. Taking the easy way out by being mute. Michael once did a scientific laboratory assignment for his junior honors class during high school. As a result, winning a honorable mention award of eight hundred dollars that went towards his Green Help the Butterflies quest to set the world right. He guessed that his wife had become a butterfly whom was able to fly but with no clue of where to fly to. Simply like the second generation of the butterfly pack telling one another to not head to Mexico anymore because the weather was better in Texas. This was extraordinarily inaccurate but Michael only considered the possible solutions that would be able to help his wife.
     
    The third month when Samantha was finally stable enough to have visitors, which was thought of to be a godsend. Family members and personal friends, acquaintances offered to bake delicious goods, bring optimistic lily light colored flowers and put a motivating inspirational song on. Hey Jude by The Beatles that was a true soul charmer to the sprit. The aura from the lovely tunes as the music played its high and low notes felt like, ‘call me and I’ll come to your rescue’ but it did not provide a comfortable sense to the mentally ill patient. Samantha threw the radio at her grandmother of eighty- two years of age and began screaming, wanting to be completely alone without any sign of joy. A combination of complete isolation and depression had taken over the woman for good who had once been so sweet. Sabrina Della could not bear to witness her daughter throwing immature rages so she moved to Florida where she did not need to suffer from her daughter’s visible manic depression tantrums.
     
    Michael Randall tried to read the NY Times newspaper while he took another drink from his fruit protein morning shake that consisted of his favorite fruits of strawberries, peaches and bananas for delicious fiber. A little measurement cup dropped cold vanilla almond silk milk into the blender too. He could not stop thinking about why his wife had begun to cheat on him so often once they were told that a baby was just not in the cards. There were other options like surrogacy. The alternative plan was figured out. Yes, as soon as Michael paid off his student loans then a baby would be possible to have because money would not be an issue.
     
    Losing train of thought about the comparisons in what could have been possible forced the mid- aged doctor to evaluate his surroundings. He looked around his nice two million dollar condo apartment and he saw emptiness. There had still been a couple of framed pictures of Samantha when she had been in her pink scrubs, ready to help any and all people. The one specific picture that was to remain Michael’s favorite took setting in Hawaii during the spring. More specifically had been one photo based on the special honeymoon that would be a forever lasting memory until death to arrive for good. Samantha wearing a silky lavender bikini showing leg with a tan straw hat covered in exotic flowers that she had found lying next to her when she had woken up. A goddess body statue was the best way to describe Sam’s curvy slim form. It was flattering to be around. Legs were thin but she had a bottom that stuck out, where it was not too overwhelming but a pleasure to look at. Her chest size wore C 32 bra cup so she was packing with as much beauty. She swore to the world that she was super lucky to have earned such a romantic but deserving husband. But both parties within the marriage had been equally deserving. A short determined