Once Bitten

I wrote this for a "Dream" competition.

I found myself in my neighbor’s house and it was full of snakes. Every way I turned there were snakes. They were coiled on chairs, hanging from lamps, and hissing their ropy way through the staircase railing.

 

I couldn’t draw a deep enough breath to scream. I didn’t normally have a fear of snakes, but this many snakes was something else completely. Their bodies were bending and their tongues were fluttering, and the raspy sound they made seemed to say, “You can’t escape.”

 

As I tried to look in every direction at once, keeping whatever distance I could from these vessels of venom, I was shaken to discover that my family was also being held captive in this place. What was once a comfortable seventies refuge of shag carpet and warm fake wood paneling was now a chilly den of sizable serpents.

 

I took a step toward my brother in the far corner. The second I began to move, my neighbor’s living room became a minefield. My brother’s desperate eyes connected with mine and he mouthed my name. All I could hear was snakes. My mind was full of snakes.

 

My brother decided to leap. He took three of the biggest steps he could and his sneaker soles met fuzzy carpet on each one. A cobra threw itself long at his ankle and missed. He arrived at my circle and we grabbed each other.

 

I heard my mother’s voice and turned. She had made it outside; she was standing on the back deck behind the dirty sliding glass door and she was calling for us.

 

“Come on!” she called, her voice muffled. “Run!”

 

We went for it. We zigzagged crazily across the floor, dodging leathery bodies as we went. Mouths opened, necks stretched; I was a highly desired moving target and the snakes were going to make sure I would never forget it.

 

My mother slid the glass door down its tracks as my brother and I drew near. She reached in, and with a mother’s strength she yanked us outside by the arms.

 

Relief came over me; I tilted my head back and smiled and breathed, and just before I shouted with joy, I felt a pair of fangs curving smoothly into my leg.

 

Black velvet curtains came rippling down and took all of me.

 

Then my dog woke me up, begging for her breakfast.