Prologue

This is just the prologue of my first book. If you like it you can order a copy from wordclay.com. There is also a link to the book's profile on my website

 

Prologue

 

 

David Sheffield sat straight up in bed. He frantically checked himself for plugs or machines, certain that tubes had been inserted into his arms and legs. He reached up to remove a small mask covering his nose and mouth but found nothing. Hazy figures moved all around him only to disappear into the shadows. The sight of his girlfriend slumbering nearby brought him back to reality. Just a dream, he thought. 

David padded in his bare feet across a cold hardwood floor. Only a small nightlight illuminated the room. The apartment was like a maze and he nearly tripped over a stack of boxes, each one carefully labeled with their contents. Piles of books and magazines littered the floor as well. It was dark.  The heater in this dump doesn't work worth a damn!

            He thought about his house being built in nearby Carmel. David and his girlfriend were currently living in a cheap studio apartment in downtown Indianapolis. His job was right around the corner so it was worth saving the money and dealing with a little squalor. In just a few months David would be moving into a two-story house with a huge basement, swimming pool, and basketball court. He had been working towards this goal for an eternity it seemed and he was glad to see it nearly fulfilled.

            Turning the bathroom light on and splashing water on his face did little to waken him fully. David thought about making coffee while he dried his face. He quickly whirled around as a figure dashed behind his reflection. Just a dream. His skin suddenly became cold and clammy. Sweat beads lay motionless on his taught skin, fearful of making a sound when they dropped to the floor. David's throat began to fill with bile and it took every ounce of his willpower to keep from throwing up.

            Stripping off his clothes and throwing the shower curtain aside, David Sheffield turned on the faucet and jumped into the tub without even waiting for the water to warm up. The jolt of ice cold water made him holler uncontrollably. He was certain he'd woken his girlfriend, Pam, but couldn't care less at this point. Just wake up David.

            As the water began to finally warmDavid started going through his bathing ritual. Only he didn't use any soap or shampoo. He simply let the water run down his body and down the drain. He moved his hands over his skin and through his hair just as he normally would do. But no amount of soap and water could wash away the nightmares of the past. It was less of a bathing and more of a cleansing. His thoughts drifted back to his childhood.

 

            David's nightmares first began after his family had returned from vacation in Bermuda. At times his memory of the trip were as clear as day while other days he could hardly remember a thing. At first the dreams occurred only occasionally. When David began having nightmares, the same nightmares, every night his parents became concerned. They took him to see a specialist named Dr. Ormann. 

Wonderful images of Dr. Ormann filled David's memory. Dr. Ormann was a grandfatherly figure. He was one of those people who had never looked young. Perhaps his powerful inner wisdom transformed his physical appearance. Dr. Ormann was balding, squinty eyed and stooped. But his voice had an angelic quality to it. He had explained the nightmares as his parents could not. Dr. Ormann made the nightmares go away. Over the years, the nightmares would return sometimes. Dr. Ormann would always be there to help David overcome.

 

 I should call him, David thought. A silhouette suddenly appeared in the shower curtain. David's heart jumped out of his chest and into his throat at the same time. The curtain jerked to the side, "What are you doing? It's four in the morning," croaked a groggy, female voice.

            "Jesus, Pam!" David said in relief.

            Pam, his girlfriend of many years, took one look into David's eyes and knew he was terrified. She quickly pulled her nightshirt up and over her shoulders and dropped the pair of boxers she was wearing. Before David could say a word she had pressed her naked body against his, her head lying on his still heaving chest. "It's ok, Davey."

            David looked down into Pam's doe-like brown eyes, "Have you ever had one of those really realistic dreams?" he asked.

            "I think all life is a dream. Some are just shorter than others," she responded, yawning.

            "You are such a dirty hippie." David loved his hippie girlfriend. She wasn't really a hippie but David loved to joke with her about that. He knew it annoyed the hell out of her. Often Pam wore hemp jewelry and long, flowing dresses but she could pull off formal wear as well. She had a large collection of jam band bootlegs but had also been brought to tears several times at the opera. She tried to watch what she ate, but could put down steak and potatoes like no one else. Her dichotomies were the reason David loved her so much. She kept him grounded and aloof all at the same time.

            Pam continued, "All I'm saying is that we could just be someone else's dream. Some say we're just God's dream. And when he wakes up, the Universe will end."

            "Who says that?" David asked.

            Pam paused then smiled, "My yoga instructor."

            "Dirty hippie, dirty hippie," David teased, running the tip of his finger down the bridge of her cute, button nose.

"Well if I'm so dirty, you better clean me off." Pam seductively poured a large amount of soap into her sponge, the excess dripping onto the shower floor. She slowly shook her hips back and forth as she handed her lover the sudsy sponge. David knew where to go from here. It wasn't long before a wet, soapy Pam was no longer a dirty hippie, but was instead being pressed and kissed into the back of the shower wall. David Sheffield forgot all about his dream.

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