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An Act of Goodwill
by Jessica Viblis.
Chapter 1: Clearing My Head
To be honest, this all started because I had that dream again. The
dream that starts with my wife and I leaving the hospital with our
newborn daughter, Rachel and ends with me on the ground, shielding
Rachel from the gunfire. I always look to my left, just as I did on the
horrible day, and I always see my lovely wife Sarah on the ground near
me. Her eyes become glassy as her life bleeds out from the hole in her
head. That's when I wake up screaming, every single time.
That's how I went from being happily married with a big future, to a
nervous wreck. Counseling didn't help. I've seen three different
psychiatrists who kept trying to tell me it wasn't my fault. But it
was. I asked Sarah to give me Rachel so I could put her in the carseat.
She said yes, and turned to thank the nurses from the maternity ward.
That's when the gunshots came. They never told us what happened. All I
know was that my wife and two doctors died.
Everytime I have the dream, I wake up sweating. So after a quick
shower, I realized that day that I wasn't going to get back to sleep. I
crept over to Rachel's crib. She was sleeping in fits and starts, As
she rolled over, her eyes opened. Seeing me there, she regarded my
presence quizzically. I don't know why I did it, but it just seemed
right. I reached into the crib and took my little princess. "Come on,
Rachel. Let's go for a drive." I made sure to pack enough diapers and
bottles for two hours of driving. With Rachel in her car seat, I also
put her stroller in the back of the Subaru, in case we actually got out
for some exercise.
I don't know where I was headed. I just figured I'd pay scant attention
to the road signs and find my way back from wherever. Fortunately, I
had the next day off, so this little road trip could last awhile. I
first stopped the car on the beach, and just looked at the stars with
Rachel in my arms. The little one was already fast asleep in my strong
arms. I remember thinking, "You make it look so easy, Rachel. I love
you."
After another hour of driving, I pulled over at a goodwill store to
give Rachel her first bottle. It was 3:26 in the morning and the store
was still open. Perhaps I believed I could find some clothes for
Rachel, or some toys. I never expected to find the dress.
There, on the bargain rack, was the same dress that Sarah wore the
first time I met her. A black strapless gown with gold accents. Just
holding that material in my hands brought the memory back.
I saw her in the dress by the side of I-95. Her old Mercury had broken
down. I had just come back from a business meeting, so we made an odd
pair, dressed to the nines to investigate the smoking engine block.
"It's the spark plugs. Do you have any spares?" I asked her, offering
her the untasted cup of coffee in the car.
"Mmm. No." She took a few appreciative sips of the coffee. "How did you
know I liked my coffee sweet?"
"Doesn't everyone?" I closed the hood of her car and called AAA for
her. After I had given the tow truck directions to where she was, I
asked her where she was headed dressed like that.
"I've got to get to my cousin's wedding in Plymouth. I might have to
call and say I can't make it."
I shook my head. "I live in Plymouth. I can take you there."
"Really? I don't want to impose..." Sarah was moving closer to me with
each word. She really wanted to get to this wedding.
"No problem at all. Just point me to the church, and I'll take you
there."
It was a short ride, or maybe it just seemed that way because Sarah
kept me entertained with the weird stories about her sisters. As an
only child, that was an experience I never had. The stories ranged from
how Heather, her senior once lost her in the Cape Cod Mall. Heather
searched for three hours, and finally found her sitting in a booth in
Friendly's, being doted on by the staff.
When we arrived at the church, I asked her if she had any way of
getting home. I could wait around for the wedding and reception to
finish. She had a better idea. "I have an invitation to bring a date to
the wedding. What's you name, by the way?"
"Zachary Knight." She grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the
church. For the remainder of the day, I was her date. She proudly
showed me off to her sisters, who to a woman couldn't believe that
their tomboy sister could net such a catch. To say I was flattered
would be a vast understatement. It was a nice wedding, and once it
finished, I found myself sitting next to Sarah at the reception. I'm
sure that somewhere between the salad and the fish, she no longer saw
our relationship as just an act. This was confirmed later on, as we
were the last to leave the reception.
"I really enjoyed being with you, Zachary. I think we should see each
other more often." We did. We tried to make it once a week, which
became twice, and even thrice. Finally, after six months of dating, we
were engaged. It all started by seeing her in that dress, and there it
was, in that Goodwill store.
I had Rachel with me in the store, and she was fast asleep. I looked
from her, to the dress. Now that I could see it more clearly, the dress
was about three sizes too big for someone Sarah's size, but... no. Why
would I think that? Still, there was some kind of siren call to that
dress. I just couldn't resist it.
I grabbed the dress, putting it between a handful of other clothes I
grabbed at random and took it to the clerk. The girl at the counter's
nametag read "Kira." I don't know why I thought that was important at
the time. I made small talk with her as she rang up my purchases. Among
these things were a baby girl's pajama set with fairies on them, a
strapless bra, two sets of boxer shorts, two large pairs of panties, a
Cleveland Indians shirt and of course, the dress. The final tally came
to 50 dollars, which wasn't bad.
A short trip home, and after giving Rachel a changing, I put her down
to sleep. All my purchases from that day went into the drawers of my
dresser. Well, almost all of it. As I stripped out of my clothes and
prepared for bed, I took a look at that dress and a pair of black lace
panties. I didn't know why I did it, but I soon found myself wearing
both to bed. Don't get me wrong, I knew that sleeping in that dress
would wrinkle it and I'd have to fix that in the morning.
However, as soon as I hit the bed, I went right to sleep. Just wearing
the dress felt like an embrace from my wife. I did dream that morning,
but none of the dreams were bad. Just weird. Each dream was a date with
Sarah. However, in each dream, she was wearing the pants, and I was
wearing the outfits she had worn.
From five AM to ten AM when Rachel woke me up, I had the best sleep I
had had since that night.
Chapter 2: A certain scientific experience
In the morning, after I fed and changed Rachel, I remembered that I was
still wearing the dress. It was my day off so I took stock of the
situation.
I was wearing women's clothes and I hadn't had the dream. The clothes I
was wearing reminded me of Sarah, which might explain why I was able to
lay the nightmare aside.
The dress needed to be ironed, so I changed into a pair of khaki pants.
Immediately, the difference was apparent. The silk of the dress was
much more, shall we say "polite" to my body. Going from one to the
other felt like sliding down a length of sandpaper.
For the time, I had to deal with it. After all, I had one bra, two
pairs of panties(one of which was now in the hamper) and one dress to
"my" name. It wasn't as if I had a massive collection of...
My eyes moved over to the closet. All of Sarah's clothes were there. I
knew a thing or two about sewing. I could probably take them out a bit.
And even if I couldn't right away, one of Sarah's wedding presents was
a video instruction on how to do just that.
I pulled out the video and thought back to that day. Sarah's Aunt Rose
had come to the bridal shower. In addition to a waffle iron, some fine
china and a gift certificate, she gave the sewing kit and video.
"Your man's not going to stay the same size forever, dear. You'll have
to learn how to alter his clothes for him." Aunt Rose wandered off
before Sarah could respond. When I came home from work to see all the
gifts, I saw the sewing kit first. Before I even opened my mouth, Sarah
put her finger on my lips, pulled it away and gave me a kiss.
Now that sewing kit that I found so weird could be useful to me. But as
I reached for it, some logical part in my brain turned over.
"Do you really need to do this? You had one night without nightmares.
Take it slow." My logic center kept spinning. "If you feel you have to
do this, do it scientifically. This is your vacation week,so use it."
I put the sewing kit aside and sat at my computer to write out the plan
for this "experiment."
The next time I went to sleep would be a control test. No clothes but
what I usually wore to bed. As soon as I woke up from the dream, I'd
register the time I spent asleep, and move into phase two of the
experiment. This part would be just thinking about the feelings I
experienced for that one night in the dress. Again, I'd record how long
I slept, The third night, I would be wearing one of the pairs of
panties under my normal clothes. The Fourth night, it would just be the
panties. And on the fifth night, I''d wear a nightgown of Sarah's,
modified to fit me better. Then I'd compare the amount of time I slept,
the kinds of dreams I had, and make my decision.
Of course, this kind of experiment would prove to be dificult because
of the human factor. Rachel was a very punctual baby. If I put her down
to sleep at 9 PM, I'd be woken up at 3 AM. I had to factor in a margin
of error for her occasional issues. One of those issues came up as soon
as I saved the document. She had started teething a week ago, and I had
to find something for her to munch on. The pacifier flew out of her
mouth and I knew that wouldn't be good enough.
Sarah had told me while she was pregnant that if I rubbed some
analgesic gel on Rachel's gums, the pain would go down. I think I spent
10 minutes looking for that gel, before finding it in the medicine
cabinet.
With the gel applied, Rachel started to calm down, so I took her out of
her crib and just let her play on the floor for a bit. She found my old
hiking boots,with the laces removed, to be the coolest thing ever.
After the second time I had to pull the shoes off her face, she lost
interest and went to play with her Cookie Monster doll. The boots
returned to the closet, and as I put them away, a memory came floating
back.
"Sarah, I told you we were going hiking. Didn't you bring anything
aside from flipflops?" I was looking down at her while she rubbed her
sore ankles.
"Zach, as I recall you said 'Just grab any pair of shoes, we're late.'
I can't believe we still have a mile to go before we reach the
campground." Sarah took off the plastic flipflops and cast them into
the woods. "Maybe I should just go barefoot.'
"And risk ticks and snakes? Not happening." I reached into my bag and
pulled out a pair of galoshes. "Put these on."
"So you're putting me in rain boots?"
"Better than nothing. Put them on."
Even in the little moments like these, I loved my wife. Was what I
really doing right? The thought stayed with me until Rachel called to
be fed.
As I gave my daughter her bottle, I started justifying my choice. I
just wanted to end the dreams. If I could get past those dreams, I'd
become more whole. I could get more done without being crippled by
those feelings. Didn't Rachel deserve a father who worked harder than I
already did? I mean, nobody would see me...
This last thought was interrupted by the doorbell. I looked down, and
realized that I needed a shirt. I quickly threw on a ratty old Red Sox
shirt, and made sure Rachel was safe behind the child screen.
At the door was my neighbor Hank.
"Zach, I heard your car leaving early this morning. Are you okay? Can I
come in?"
"Did I wake you guys?" I opened the door and passed Hank a beer from
the fridge.
"No, we couldn't sleep, anyway. It was too hot. So where'd you and
Rachel go?" Hank ran a hand through what was left of his auburn hair.
"Just for a long drive," I lied. I didn't need him finding out about my
experiment. "It's my vacation week, so it didn't really matter where we
went."
Hank thought for a moment. "It's been a rough few months for you, I
bet. I just wanted to check in on you." He headed for the door. "Thanks
for the beer."
Once Hank left, nothing much happened, except for a few baby
emergencies. Thus, my experiment began that night.
It took one hour to get to sleep, and according to the clock on my
desk, as soon as that first dream hit, I had only been asleep for three
hours. I marked this down in my dream journal on the computer and went
back to sleep. Rachel woke me up at 3 AM needing to be fed and changed.
All told, I had four hours of sleep for the control.
The next day, I pulled the shades and started work on modifying that
nightgown for the last night of the experiment. After a few missteps, I
finally figured out how much extra give would have to be put into this
nightgown. Regardless of how much work I put into it, it would still
fall above my knees.
I modeled the nightie in front of Sarah's full length mirror. It was
just for an experiment, right?
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