(Please remind me from now on not to
drink so much before going to sleep...)
- I saw her again. Christina-- my daughter. Quiet darkness; those eyes piercing me, relentless, unforgiving. She stands in a desert, sand swirling around the two of us, trees dead, things dying. Laughter, howling in the background. Words form on my lips, words I don't know, and I can't seem to get anything out. "Baby...?" She points at me now. And grows... Taller and taller, a giant blossoming upwards, until I'm nothing but a small bloody smear screaming in her shadow.
- Warm feminine thighs, sex, moisture dripping. Skin against skin. Her hands curled in my hair, voices dimly calling my name; Breasts, mouths, sweat, inhaled... exhaled...
- A room-- blood-red thick velvet curtains, oozing; dust settles silently on the piano, and I'm frozen in place. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..." a voice calls softly, menacingly. The skeleton in the chair laughs. Falling backwards...