Nightmare
know now that I love her. Through the years I've noticed we make a
good couple, her and I....I love her soft brown eyes, her shiny hair and
her mouth when there's red lipstick on it. She's beautiful!
Well, I don't ever have to worry about loosing her because I've asked her to marry me last night. "Of course, James." she replied, "I love you..."
t was the night after I propsed. She awoke me from my pleasant sleep.
"What is it?" I ask, glancing at the clock. It's red eyes glowed 3:23 a.m.
"I just love you." She smiled.
"Well I love you too, love. " I said, smiling back. She began to move her body on top of mine until her hips straddled over me and her hands grasped my wrists.
"I DO love you." she said, kissing my numb lips. Her grip tightened, causing my hands to feel numb as well and to turn a tint of blue.
"Cath., you're hurting mm-" Before I could get the word out, I looked up from her tightening grasp and noticed that her face was distorted and twisted in a malevolent rage. Her head was a ball of gray, disheveled hair that hung from a limp ball in the back. Her eyes rolled maniacally in their sockets and her skin sagged from her body like wet wash.
"What the fuck? Get off of -"
"Shut the hell up before I tear your face off." she growled. The cloyful smell that flowed from her mouth made me cringe and turn my head away; mostly because of the smell but also to avoid the hideously distasteful sight before me.
She lowered her face again - this time it was to my neck where I felt a severe pressure than a radiating tear down my shoulder and though my jugular vein like a single ice tendril of pain.
I could do nothing but scream; my hands were pinned. Crimson arcs of blood palpated across the room with each beat of my heart.
Cathy lifted her head and between her blood-smeared teeth hung a chunk of my own flesh.
She grinned and laughed. "Delicous." As she said this, the bloody piece of meat slugged from between her teeth, out, and onto my chest. As I struggled in pain to break free- and then do what, was beyond me, she bent over again but this time started to lick the thin lines of blood that ran in tributaries down my bare chest and puddled under my back.
"Get off! Get off!" I screamed.
"James, wake up, love, wake up! You're dreaming!"
I twitched, and jerked myself upwards out of bed. The covers were moist and the collar of my shirt and the rim of my boxers were wet with sweat. Cathy was sitting up beside me, comforting me.
"You were dreaming, James......My God!" She cupped her hand over her mouth, "the things you were saying...."
"I know....it was one hell of a dream, let me tell you!"
"Yeah, I bet.....just calm down, now." She stroked the back of my head.
"Ok....I'm fine now." I said, holding my head in my hands, breathing very heavily.
Cathy wrapped her arms around my neck and said, "I love you, James."
