dream sequence ~ enjoy


After a grueling conversation with Mr. Keimer, who turned out to be completely blasé about Therese's terminated contract, Therese called Dannie to get her some boxes. He was probably the only positive thing that came out of being with Richard. Although Dannie made a pass at her, an event all together peculiar and random when recalled, he had been very reliable and helpful. He expected nothing from her, and remained contact despite his being Richard's friend first.

Therese suspected he knew something about her and Carol; that time he came over to help repaint the walls, there were numerous photographs of Carol asleep half-naked, which altogether was compelling evidence. Hopefully, Dannie wasn't so stupid either. Therese only realised after he left that she forgot to put them under the sink, feeling incredibly foolish for leaving them out in the open. But he never mentioned it. His only said something about just wanting to be friends, then diverted attention to himself and his current love conundrums. Somehow, she knew that if she were to tell him, he wouldn't be the least bit surprised. In fact, given his left winged opinions on the paper, she would've thought him to at the very least to be tolerant. She put the topic away from her mind. He arrived at the flat with new sheets of cardboard.

"He said I have to be gone by the end of the week." Dannie looked incredulous.

"But it's Friday!"

Therese gave him a knowing nod.

"I'm sorry, that's brutal Therese." He started folding up the boards to make boxes.

"Why the sudden move anyways?"

Therese's insides seized up. A million thoughts gave her a head rush and she needed to sit down.

Should I tell him the truth? No. To protect Carol, I shouldn't. What could I possibly say? "I'm moving in with my lover, you know the one in the photos you saw. Yes, we, two women. What of it?"

"Um, I just wanted to move somewhere with more space to do my photography." The sentence left Therese with such a lack of conviction, completely failing to mask the truth behind it.

"Oh." Dannie looked at her with an ounce of what Therese knew to be skepticism. He continued folding.

"Where do ya want these to go?"

He had stayed all afternoon and left after helping her pack knick-knacks from the kitchen. You never seem to realize how much stuff you have until you have to move, Therese thought. Around 2, Carol arrived at the door.


Therese and Carol signed the lease, the contractor left, and there was stillness in tranquility. Therese was mute during the whole process, and the man who came with the papers didn't seem to think anything of it. Good, Carol thought. When the door shut, Therese's words found her again.

"I want to ask you something."

"Yes?"

"What do we…tell people."

"About us?"

"Yes. About this. I'm finding it hard to come up with reasons."

"Ah, I see." Carol walked over to make herself a drink.

"Well, what I tell people is that you're a friend of mine who really needed a place to stay since you were having trouble finding a suitable apartment. Naturally, I would have to come to your aid. You are so very dear to me." She put her dry martini down, and beckoned to Therese.

"Come here."

Therese retreated into her arms, warmed by the comfort of security that their home secured. Their home. Them. Together.

"Thank you. Thank you for daring to love me." Carol nestled her head below Therese's.

Was it a dare? Was it a choice? Therese thought of it like a breath of life was summoned in her the day that she saw Carol, senses more vivid than ever before. How did she perceive anything until that moment? How does someone with bad vision feel when they put on glasses for the first time?

They went to bed, solely embracing one another. They faced each other while lying down, their bodies forming a heart formation, hands held and loosely holding each other. Their conversation eventually melded together with the sensational smoothness of porcelain marble. Though passion drove their movement, time was no longer of "the essence". They pulled, caressed, latched, as if in slow-motion- noses grazing the surface of each other's everything. Like magnets, they were static when attached, and attempts to change position were swift, eager, and charged to return to the resting stance of unity. A union of flesh, upper-bottom lips, gripping necks, like handles bars on a motorcycle headed for danger. Without the urgency. It was a plunge into a pool of satisfaction without hesitation or underlying impending consequence. With the exception of more, heart wrenching, inconceivable desire.

They fell asleep.


She was in a violent vortex of darkness that was a vacuum of sensations.

There was music playing, a horrendous rendition of "Easy Living" in a minor tone, reducing it to the taunting and surreal sounds of carnival noises. She wasn't alone. Her hands were attached to other hands. Strong, course hands that were swaying her to the haunting and diabolic ambience. Then flashes of Rindy's face appeared in the walls of the black hole. Harge's voice, amplified and more sinister, echoed.

"You're always the most beautiful woman in the room." Repeated over and over juxtaposed by Rindy's screams, calling to Carol more desperately in waves, piercing her conscience like darts. A bull's-eye every time. Then she heard Therese. The terror was dulled by it.

"Carol?"

She flinched into consciousness. Carol found herself with a worried Therese looking over her. Therese was holding her face.

"You're crying."

"Oh, I … I just had a bad dream is all." Therese's face pouted, the lines of her face becoming deeply empathetic. She cradled Carol, putting her head to her chest, stroking her golden curls. Carol hugged her torso, found her hands, locked onto them like light at the end of a tunnel. She used the pillow to wipe away the streams of tears.

"I'm here."


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