Some Bad Dreaming

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in | Posted on Thursday, May 29, 2008

He ran across the hall, searching for her. Not now, not again. She had left. Now he turned his head one way and the other with the hope of seeing in one of those eternal bookshelves, her night dress. All he saw where dark alleys inside the library. He heard nothing except the noise of his chaussures against the carpet. He was wet, it was raining outside, he thought he saw other wet footprints but it was too dark. So he called her name. His voice was trembling, as if he was about to cry, but he didn’t, he never did. And he had no answer. She’s gone forever now. She’s gone. He said to himself over and over again.

He woke up, opened his eyes and looked at his bedroom’s ceiling, he extended his arm to the other side of the bed to feel her, to be sure she was still there, that all had been a bad dream. But he felt nothing. He turned to his right and saw unfolded sheets. She was really gone, the bad dream had just begun.



[Mrs K i t e ]

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