The Previous Night's Dream

She still couldn't shake the previous night's dream. It had seemed so real. At first it started great, she was in her house, the sun shining through her french doors. She was sitting on her green sofa reading a novel, she couldn't tell which one. It was a peaceful afternoon, her potted plants hung lazily up by her book shelf. Then a cloud passed overhead and the sunlight darkened. She caught a hint of something moving from the corner of her eye. She looked up in time to see darkness cover her face and body. She struggled against the unseen assailant, only to find the more she fought, the more her captor seemed to grow in strength. Some heavy fabric was being wrapped around her, and she felt powerless to fight it.

Her fear reached a fevered pitch. The cloth was closing around her, growing ever tighter. Her breath was labored, her pulse racing, she began to cry out for help. She pressed frantically all around, hoping beyond hope that there was some glimmer of escape, but she found none.

Then it happened, a strong hard blunt object struck her across the back. An angry masculine voice hissed out "quit it." She froze at the command and waited wondering where the next blow would come from. Minutes passed and it stretched on till she thought she could bear it no more.

That is when she noticed that the room was not silent, there was a queer little noise coming from her left. A sort of deep, labored breathing was present beside her. Oh God she thought, their is some depraved mind enjoying my fear as he plots what to do with me next. She waited, wondering how he would begin, she shuddered at the horrible ideas that cane racing through her mind. She thought of escape, what if she could trick him? She tried moving some more, quietly at first and then more hurried when her fear got the best of her. A disgusting snort scared her stiff and she waited.

He made a slight groan and she felt a heavy hand hit her head. This is it, the beginning of the end. She recalled all the things she had done with her life and what she wished she could have done. Her hopes, her dreams, all thrown away to the wicked satisfaction of some sadistic man. No! This is not how it would end. She resumed her struggle, tearing at the cloth now wrapped tightly around her body.

"What is your problem, knock it off!" The hand had lifted when the voice spoke, she was confused.... The voice seemed familiar, even in it's anger it seemed comforting. It was as if that voice belonged to some protector, some savior, that she had known. She searched her mind, grasping at who this person might be. Who would attack her that she had felt such trust for? Who would betray her feelings like this?

Emotion choked her voice as she sobbed her words out. "Do what you want with me, but please let me out of here". She heard some fumbling and then a light illuminated the fabric. The fabric looked familiar. Dear God, she thought, he has stolen my comforter and thinks to bury me in it.

"Is this one of those weird kinky things you're reading about in your girly magazines?" "Jeff, Is that you?" "Yes it's me, now would please take the blanket off your head and stop beating me half to death, I do have work in the morning dear."