Imagine

I woke up the next morning alone and in a strange bed. I lifted the sheet and looked down to discover that my clothing was ripped and tattered. I felt strange and then I realized that I was in a strange bed. I heard the door open and I pulled the sheet up over my head quickly. Someone yanked the sheet down and on instinct I slapped them. Then I heard someone with a very familiar voice laughing in the other room. I looked up to find that I’d slapped Paul. I was feeling really strange now. This was all de’ju’vu. What was going on. Hadn’t this already happened? Where was Julian? I looked down at my hand and noticed that there was no ring on my finger. Just then John came into the room with Brian yelling at him about his escapades last night and then he turned to me. Paul was still stroking his cheek from where I had struck him. I felt really embarrassed and John obviously knew that because he picked me up sheet and all and said, “Luv, you just struck Paul McCartney, so let the world in on it! How did it feel? I hope this isn’t to complicated for you. I just don’t think Paulie over there saw that I was sleeping on the couch, although I though for sure that he’d hear me. Oh, Brian meet Charlene um uh... Hey, luv, what is your last name?”

“Just call me Charlie, John. If you are interested though its Charlene Brunswick. Paul I’m so sorry about. I honestly wasn’t expecting... I just woke up from the most amazing dream imaginable. I’m sorry...” I stuttered.

It was de’ju’vu. Everything from that dream was coming true. Would I change things, yes I would. I would still be with Paul and go to John, but I wouldn’t be foolish, because this time I would tell John. I learned in a dream that you can’t run. I don’t know why I saw into the future, but I was going to take George’s advice and follow my heart eventually. I knew what was in store for me and I wasn’t afraid. I was going to have the family I’d always wanted. I now knew my destiny. I only hoped that John was ready for the ride of his life, because he now had that ticket to ride. I now had a life. I was finally ready for it. I wasn’t going to run this time, because running brought on the problems. There are somethings you have to fight alone, and then there are others that you need a helping hand with. I now had the chance to be free. Imagine the life I’m going to live now that I know that I’m going to feel fine through it all.

That day went well, and three months later I was Mrs. John Winston Lennon, with a baby on the way. Paul and I overcame our differences over me choosing John over him. George and I were always close from the beginning and Rich is always someone to talk too. I’m a Beatle wife and I blend in well with Patti and Maureen. Zak and Jules love playing together and I hear that Maureen is expecting again. I’m happy with my family life, and although John is not perfect, he is a loving husband and a caring father, although there are those times when he gets a bit confused over who’s the little boy in the family. We have a wonderful family scrap book in the sunroom along with many toys and playthings scattered about. I’m not the perfect woman, but I will try my best to be there for those I care about.

John and Julian are playing once again, and tonight is my night in the kitchen, but even John has to eat so he spends some time in the kitchen as well. I look out into the sunroom and smile at the scene laid out before. A wonderful husband and a beautiful son. Not only that but a room full of friends. Who says that happiness is only something you can imagine...