Civil War Transcendence, part 184

Daphne was standing over me with a troubled look on her face. I gathered my nerve and gave her a weary smile.

“You know, you might be right. Maybe we’re tied together some way,” I suggested.

She just nodded her lovely head. I sat up and said, “I really need to get back to Shepherdstown, see to the school, and do some thinking.”

“I guess we both do,” she added. I had a sudden feeling that a wall had gone up between us, and it hurt me deeply.

I got out of bed and stood up. I staggered a little, and Daphne caught my arm to steady me. I had to wait a moment to gain my equilibrium, then I pulled her into my arms. She nestled next to me with her head on my shoulder and began to cry silently.

With tears in my eyes, I croaked, “I am so sorry. I don’t want to hurt you. I love you so much, but your insight has shaken me to my core.”

She looked up at me with tear-stained cheeks and spoke in a sorrowful voice, “I love you, too. Please don’t do anything to jeopardize our life together.”

I looked down at her and stated, “I will do my best, but I have to find out how I got here.” She suddenly put her hands over her face and rushed from the room, sobbing.

184 danceI stood there, looking at the doorway she had just ran through, and said out loud, “What am I going to do?” I finally looked down and saw that I was dressed in a long nightshirt that ended just below my knees. I looked around and saw an armoire in the corner. I walked to the 19th Century closet and found my clothes hanging on funny wooden hangers and my shoes on the floor. I dressed and proceeded warily down the stairs, not wanting to hurt my wounds. However, there were no twinges, aches, or pains, so the last few steps, I sort of nimbly skipped down like a dancer. I looked up and saw one of the servant ladies looking at me with eyes so wide you could see the whites around her pupils. I thought it best if I got out of the house as soon as possible, because I knew stories about my physical healing would abound and this would add to the repertoire.

When I asked the startled lady where Mrs. Douglas was, she had lost her voice and only pointed to the right parlor. I thanked her and entered the room. Mrs. Douglas was looking out the window and turned to look at me. She gave me a malevolent stare and demanded, “What have you done to Daphne?”

About Civil War Reflections

Vernon has been a Civil War buff since childhood, but had been inactive in Civil War history for over two decades. However, in the early 1990s his interest was rekindled after watching Ken Burns’ “Civil War Documentary” on PBS. He particularly became interested in the Battle of Antietam (Sharpsburg) and decided to learn more about this epic struggle.
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