A/N: So I'm thinking of making this a series of Clara writing 'diary' entries. Sort of like in AotD when she was recording a daily log. Please make sure to review if you liked/didn't like it! Let me know what I can do to improve. This is a sort of preview, and I'm working on a lot of other things, so please don't rush me.
Made another soufflé today. I dunno why, but whenever I make them, this one song pops into my head—Carmen, I think. It's by a man called Georges Bizet.
I've started to call the Doctor Chin Boy—no idea why. Just popped into my head one day, and I suppose it's because his chin could put someone's eye out. I don't think he's very keen on the nick name. He calls me Soufflé Girl though, so why can't I have a bit of fun?
Sometimes he calls me Oswin instead of my proper name. I dunno why, but whenever he does I get really sad and feel like I'm going to cry. I've been having the dream again. Every night this week.
It's the one where the metal rubbish bins with egg whisks and plungers capture me. They turn me into one of them, only I don't know. I think I'm human and I help someone. Then at the very end of each dream, without fail, I see the Doctor. And he's telling me that I'm one of them. That I'm a….Dalek.
That song's always playing as well. All the way through, like it's important. I dunno what's wrong with me lately. I feel like it's supposed to mean something, but I can't figure out what. Maybe I'm going mad. Or maybe it's got something to do with the Doctor and he just won't tell me.
xoxo
Clara