A sample from my story, In My Wildest Dreams
The loud buzz of the electric alarm woke Josh up with a
start. Then the blaring morning news erupted on the television he had set to go
off at six. He sat upright in bed, perspiration saturating his entire upper
body. His tee shirt was soaked completely through. “Damn, not again!” he swore
as he jumped from the bed and headed for the bathroom, attempting with great
difficulty to peel the tee at the same time.
Josh shed
his shorts and tee shirt and started to open the shower door, and then he
remembered he had to shave first. He quickly lathered his face with the shaving
cream and ripped his razor from the drawer. He shaved in short quick strokes,
carelessly cutting himself on the chin. When he finished shaving he looked for
his styptic pencil so he could stop the bleeding, but it wasn’t where he
thought he left it in the drawer. He stepped in the shower thinking the warm
water would stop the bleeding while he showered. He lathered up his body and
scrubbed it with the washcloth. When he was done, he rinsed the soap from his
body from top to bottom, slowly ratcheting the water temperature from warm to
cold.
Stepping from the shower when he was done,
he saw the bleeding had stopped. Now he wondered how long the nagging dreams
would continue. It seemed there was no letup to them. Every night was the same
thing. It was affecting his daily life as well because he was not sleeping very
well and seemed tired every day. The dreams woke him several times each night,
but then he would turn back to sleep, only to have the same dream start all
over again. It was maddening. He wondered whether a shrink could help him, but
then he quickly discarded the idea. Down deep he didn’t really believe in
shrinks anyway.
Paul
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