a fragmented dream memory:
I have a book in my hand: its cover is matt, ochre; it is quite small and thin, maybe A5 size. As I open the book its pages seem to glow, they radiate white light.
The book is beautiful. But I am also gripped with terror: I know David (an ex lover) has written it and that it will reveal to me the ‘truth’ that I am afraid to see.
I open it with trepidation and hardly dare read what is written within. My eyes flicker erratically across the first sentence, which goes something like this:
“This is a document detailing the earthly paradise, the paradise here on earth, created by myself and my wife Amanda. We will go on to discuss…”
I break down and can hardly continue.
“…The tale of our supreme happiness…”
I feel gutted and close the book unable to bear any more. My vision has been stolen: someone else hijacked it. I am betrayed and more than that, I am terrified.
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