An unfortunate event has allowed the Devil to own your soul. He has decided to give you a chance to get it back but to win it you must bring a smile to the Devil’s face with your actions. He allows you to have one full day in which you can do anything your heart desires without fear of consequences, retaliation, retribution or prosecution.
The alarm rang at 7:15 am at the usual time. But something was different about today. As I opened my eyes I noticed that my son had not wriggled his way into my bed in the middle of the night. I felt incredibly rested. I made my way to the toilet and almost tripped over an open suitcase lying in the way. It had my best tops and my Dior shoes neatly packed in it. “That’s odd” I thought to myself as I didn’t remember packing anything.
Something on the table caught my eye; my camera lying on the table and underneath it my passport and a return ticket to Paris. “Paris!” My heart skipped a beat or two. I pinched myself. “Ouch that hurt!”
I heard water running in the toilet and saw my son standing on his stool and brushing his teeth.
“You don’t have to go to school today.” My own words surprised me. I looked in the mirror. Same old me.
When we came downstairs I saw the maid reading a list of instructions for the day. Today she was going to look after my son and I was going to Paris.
On the airport somebody escorted me through immigration and within minutes I was in the plane. In the first class suite on the new A380. Now I was really beginning to think I had sold my soul to the devil.
At Charles de Gaulle I was met with a handsome young Parisian who was to be my tour guide for the day. He showed me around the city like I had never seen before. At night we had dinner near the Eiffel tower and I wore my Dior shoes and my best top and felt like a queen.
I took the last flight home. When I reached home my son was still awake. He was waiting for me. “I missed you Mama!”
“You’re my real hero! I said as I put him to sleep.