Our eating area at Villas Archeologica in Coba. We always chose the corner table, if possible.
That's when I let it all out. I told her about the dreams. I reminded her that I dreamt about getting pushed down Nohach Mul pyramid. The blood. Hearing the noises in the room coming from the door. That once I heard the muffled scratches, I was up for the rest of the night.
"Oh dear. I bet you heard me in the middle of the night. John was snoring so loud, even with my hood up and hands over my ears I couldn't sleep. I was so desperate and dilerious that I crawled into the closets to try to muffle his tremendous snoring. I moved a blanket and pillow in and tried to close the doors from the inside. I know it sounds crazy. I was crazy. It happend three nights in a row. I'm so tired I can't think straight."
Relief eased into my body, which made me even more tired. Thank God there wasn't a little Maya girl trying to get in to get me in the middle of the night. I wouldn't have been able to handle that. The thankfulness I felt toward my mother was unexplainable.