Me

With a wild heartbeat, I woke up from my dream and rolled over on my back from the left side of my sleep. Still a little confused and with small eyes, I felt with my right hand for Momo, my white-gray-striped cat, who usually snuggled close to me every morning, deeply asleep. But that morning Momo wasn't there. I sighed softly and looked around the room, still dazed from sleep. Saw the walls that weren't quite finished. Only the one wall that I had decided to paint a rich, sunny yellow was already finished. But for the fact that we had only been living in this house in the Netherlands for almost three weeks, we had already made ourselves very comfortable. Only the bedroom was a bit neglected. Apart from our two-meter-wide bed, in which my maternal grandparents slept, and our wardrobe, we hadn't set up anything yet. Fortunately, our wardrobe was so cheap that I could choose my clothes from bed in the morning. The bed and the wardrobe were made of light wood and were in fact a few years old. Yes, I loved wood. And my great love for wood probably came from growing up in a house made entirely of wood. I couldn't help grinning when I saw my six pairs of shoes standing very neatly next to the bedroom door. Jonas, my husband, with whom I had been married for a good week, had put them there yesterday. He said that at least it made our bedroom look a bit cozier and more homely.

My sleepy looks wandered on to the photos, some of which were already hanging on the completely painted yellow wall. Most of these photos showed the people who raised me and had accompanied me all my life. And until I was thirty-fourth I firmly believed they were my biological family. Well, but you could definitely say that I looked like these people. My eyes were almost exactly the same shade of brown as those of my father and sisters. And my nose was exactly the same potato shape as my father's. My hair was also dark, just like that of my four sisters and my father. Only my sister Stefanie and my mother were blond and had deep blue eyes. My sister Stefanie was only a year older than me and my absolute favorite sister.

I looked out of the bedroom window a little more lively and calm. It was awesome that every window in our house reached down to the floor. So it was always nice and bright in daylight. I blinked slightly at the rising morning sun that shone into the bedroom. And because our neighbors lived a few meters away from us and the bedroom faced the garden at the back, I didn't feel it was in such a hurry to put blinds on the window. It was also rather unusual in the Netherlands to have curtains or blinds on the windows. I also loved being able to look at the night sky unhindered from my bed and to be able to watch the moon and stars when the sky was cloudless.

I looked dreamily out into our garden. He wasn't tall. He was on the smaller side. Just like our one-storey house, which contained four smaller but cozy rooms, an eat-in kitchen and a bathroom. My husband had set up the largest of our four rooms as a treatment room. He worked as a naturopath and was currently still letting his patients come to our home. Since we had only been living in the Netherlands for a short time, he hadn't had the time to look for a separate practice. But he would do that as soon as we had gained a foothold in our new home.

And for the first time in my life, I had my own bathtub in my home. Although I could only bathe in this bathtub when Jonas, my great husband, was at home because he had to lift me into it, I was still happy to see it every time I visited the bathroom. Fortunately, there was a shower next to our bathtub, which I could easily drive on and under with my wheelchair, so that I could pursue my personal hygiene without my husband. Yes, our bathroom was very spacious and therefore perfect for me in a wheelchair. But my absolute favorite room in our house was our eat-in kitchen. From here you could get directly onto the terrace and the garden through a large sliding glass door. The kitchen-cum-living-room wasn't fully equipped either. Instead, there was a nice, fluffy reddish-brown sofa in front of the large glass front in the living area, in which one could sink into. The floor was nice, warm wood as well as in the usual rooms. Only in front of the sofa was a beige-red carpet. During meals you could watch the birds, rabbits and squirrels in the garden from our dark wooden dining table. And at Christmas time our Christmas tree would be in this living area.

I yawned and remembered the hideous dream I had woken from a few minutes ago. I dreamed this dream almost every night. Also, every time it seemed to me that I was dreaming him through the hours that I slept. And in a matter of seconds it occurred to me that last night I wanted to tell Jonas about my life as an invalid witch. But since I was suddenly struck by a severe tiredness, I had only told my husband about a quarter of my story.

"Good morning, my little fidgety witch," I was greeted lovingly by a very sleepy voice, "did you sleep well?"

Still a little dazed from sleep and troubled by my dream, I nodded tentatively and looked a little shyly at Jonas, who was stretching extensively.

"Did you have that hideous dream again, huh?" Jonas asked me sympathetically and pulled me tenderly to him.

"Oh, Brummelbär, maybe I'm not suited for this life's work that my biological family has assigned me," I sighed tearfully. “Because until now I haven't been able to change very much for the better in the human world. And besides, I married you instead of Finn. I mean, it made sense for our parents to promise each other! And it's not for nothing that I have been dreaming over and over again lately of the broken wedding with Finn and the Third World War on the Blue Planet. Perhaps my parents and sisters keep sending me this dream out of revenge. "

"Well, if it suddenly occurred to you that you belong to your real husband, you just have to divorce me and go to him."

The sudden cold that had gotten into Jonas voice and the dismissive posture hurt me so much that tears came to my eyes.

"No, Brummelbär, I don't mean that at all," I managed with an effort from my slightly trembling lips. “And you know very well that I didn't want to marry Finn afterwards and how much these dreams upset me. Because all my life I have come to understand that he is the perfect husband for me. Well, at first I thought this was really nice. But as people began to talk about us as the "perfect" couple, I began to develop a slight dislike for Finn. And that although he was the person who stood by me in all situations and was most familiar to me. I also really began to withdraw from him when our wedding was decided. "

Like a scolded child, I tried to crawl further under Jonas' warm blanket and snuggle up to him again.

“Honey, you must have realized by now that you have already contributed a great deal to peace and better communication among people. And I mean, your family didn't ask much more of you, did they? "

The slightly more relaxed facial expression and the changed posture of my husband made me incredibly happy.

No, Jonas wasn't actually the man I imagined to be the husband by my side. It is true that he was a personable and thoroughly handsome person. He had a tremendous amount of knowledge.