It was the same dream. Something to keep me awake at night. I dreamt of what the men did to me in that small room and I wanted to kill them again. Slowly and painfully. Especially at night...after the dreams- night horrors as Tony called them.
I asked Tony if he had dreams. He said "No" with a straight face. He was so good at lying now I could not tell. But I suppose he was not beaten and raped, was he. I had to drop being bitter at him as it was not his fault.
My dreams were vivid, I felt as if I was actually there. Again. The doctors gave me something to sleep with but I refused to take anything artificial. I would rather deal with my visions on my own. But it was hard. When I woke tonight I felt there was someone else in my new apartment. I took my favorite knife and slinked about the place. Once I ascertained I was alone I grabbed my cell phone and speed dialed two.
A sleepy Tony answered. "What's up, Zee?"
"I had another dream."
He immediately sounded awake. "What was it?"
Sitting on my bed clutching my pillow I shivered. "No. It's private."
"Alright, we'll just talk," Tony said then went into detail about a recent movie he just saw.
As I sank into the bed, listening to his mindless chatter, I came to the realization I may have fallen in love with Tony.
