It's not always Amazon friendly

It was a regular Tuesday night and I could not find what I was looking for online. I love putting things in my shopping cart and at the end of the day never really buy evertything, or I "save" it for later. That night I felt asleep without ordering anything or so I thought. The next day I was working from home and I heard the doorbell ring, as I checked the cameras I saw that something was delivered. I thought that my husband had ordered something. When I went to go get the box it was addressed to me. Usually I go check the tracker on Amazon, but I checked and nothing was ordered or expected. So I did not know if I should open it. But, hello, the curiousity got the best of me.

I opened it. Inside was this white plastic bracelet. It was blank, just plain white. So I tried it on. It fit. I have a chubby wrist and things sometime don't fit. But hey, I was excited that it fit. I thought maybe it was a gift or something from my husband. But I did not want to ask him. The next day I was really focused on figuring out where this bracelet came from. Where this brown misterious box came from. I noticed that it had no return address or anything written on it. I called my parents and nothing. In the middle of the night my bracelet lit up. It was projecting these northern lights type of ora. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I could not turn it off. All of a sudden, I passed out. When I woke up I was dressed warn from head to toe. I then looked around and saw a good few 100 or so people. We all looked dazed and confused. However, I felt this sense of peace and tranquility. I legit thought I had died. I really felt that I was lucky enough to make it to heaven. That for me was what heaven would look like.

One woman came up to me and asked me if I knew where we were. I said, " I think we died and we are in some sort of heaven." I laughed a little because I felt so sure of what I was saying. Somehow I was not sad, I was not scared, not even one solid worry on my mind. It was just so peaceful. When I noticed that we had that bracelet. Somehow we could not talk about it. Like we knew we wondered why we all had that bracelet and we wanted to talk about it, but the words just would not come out.

I decided to walk toward these Igloos I only dreamed of. Now I was there. I was drawn to my Igloo without thinking it twice. But someone else followed me in. It took a moment where we locked eyes. We knew we belonged together. I could not fight the feeling that I was truly home. He was tearing up. We wanted to talk about it, but we could not. The only things that we could speak of where very powerful positive thoughts. We could not question anything. Our minds could, but not our words. We hugged. We kissed. We made love. So passionately. Like nothing I had ever experienced. I did not feel guilty. He was so perfect for me. Time passed and we ate good food as a community of happy people. That is all we could see from the way people smiled and looked at eachother. It was incredible. You could feel the energy in the air. Being with someone who understood me and who loved me the way I knew I always deserved made me a better person. In reverse, I was the same for him.

Time had passed. Although we did not care. It felt beautiful. One night. We were both sleeping. Usually we sleep through the night but in a blink of an eye, our bracelets started to glow. It got so bright that I passed again. I felt my body go through a suction of air like a vacum. I was back in my bed. I felt this agonizing pain, and sadness. I was worried, I felt anxiety, I felt sick. Everything seemed wrong. Then I see my husband enter the room as he got home from work. He saw me crying. I was unconsolable. It took a minute to really get back to reality. I was still wearing the bracelet. But no matter what I tried, it never turned on. I wore it always.

I had hoped that one day it would be real. I always looked at people and their wrist just to see, if anyone had one. Years passed. I was in my late 70s. At this point, I had lived a life of a lot of up and downs. I did not know what true love looked beside what I "dreamed" about. I suffered a lot of betrayal and sorrow. What made me survive was the love I felt during that experience that I would never be able to explain. At least that is what I looked forward to everynight when I fell asleep. The craziest part of the whole experience was that I never got his name. That man of my dreams. One day, my husband and I walked into a diner to have our Sunday breakfast. We got seated. When I looked up, there he was!! My soulmate, my one true love. We locked eyes. Although our body was old and wrinkly with the scars of life. Our eyes where still the same. Our eyes got watery and a big smile came over us. There he was with his wife, children and their grandchildren. We looked at eachothers wrist. There it was, our matching bracelet. They bracelets turned on. The lights deemed bright. Everyone stood in shock. I got up. He approached me. We locked hands. We hugged. We hugged as in the search was finally over. We stared at each other. The world around us went blurred. Our bodies died that day. But our souls lived on forever back in that igloo. That is where we went to spend the rest of eternity together. I still don't know his name.