Freudooze

An awful sound it made as it was going in, first the skin broke and a portion of blood spattered everywhere; me, the walls, the bath; then nothing but a chilling noise for a good five minutes as I eased the drill firmly but gently down, and out and in again so as not to go too far in, like we had agreed.

After maybe ten minutes I knew I was done because a good steady stream of bubbly, strangely beautiful blood poured out of the hole, steam rising off it.

She wasn't awake yet and I went outside to examine the night, and see what it was doing. The queer one hovered near me and pointed out many strange wonders to me, like how the pattern in a leaf is the same as the pattern in a forest, I sat and reflected on this and thought about times gone by, and although I couldn't see the stars I could imagine them there, and pointed out each one to myself, like my father had once mapped them out to me on a clear night.

When I was a young lad.

When every thing seemed... different? Looked different, even. Were colours brighter, laughs louder? Did it happen at all?

Did any of it happen, I wondered. Was there a girl in the bath, with blood oozing, was there a boy who lived here?

I asked the queer one, and he said no. Upon hearing this, I looked down to see my feet not touching the ground.

In the bath, only a nightdress. With blood oozing.