It is just past 3 AM. I have awakened from an horrific nightmare that left me trembling and shaken. The horror….
I dreamed June was in my bath. She was lovely. I shall not go into salacious detail of just how beautiful she was. I was glad to see her. In fact I could not turn my eyes away. I felt very tender towards her. I wanted to touch her. To join her in the bath.
She asked me to fetch something and I went to find it. When I returned I found someone else was in the bath with her. She looked at me coldly. “Give it to me” she said in a voice that completely belied the cold look in her eyes. I realised she was not speaking to me.
Next, she was saying “I don’t know you. Get out!” her voice was cold again. Now she was speaking to me. I had something in my hand. I held it out.
“I don’t know you” she repeated. I threw the item into the toilet. I saw it was a book. I was appalled as I saw it sink into the water. I fled and awoke in my own flat. Once I realised where I was, I felt relieved to be alone.
I was desperate for a pee, but afraid to go to the bathroom, for fear of finding a ruined book in my WC.
There is nothing more upsetting than ruining a good book.