It was some time before I realized that I had been turned into a cat. The first thing I noticed was that I was sitting on the floor instead of the chair. My clothes were in a heap by the chair as if I had just stepped out of them. On the small table the glass was still half-full of the black, bitter liquid I had drunk. I tried to stand up on two feet and succeeded only in standing on four. Then I began to walk with a curious springy motion. Suddenly, the door opened and Robert came in. I tried to say ‘Robert’ and heard myself let out a discordant ‘miaow’!
Hearing that sound, my fiancé remained motionless, watching the black cat in front of him. I could easily distinguish a surprised look on his face, as he knew how much I hated cats and that I never wanted ones i
n my house. My first impulse was to jump into his arms and kiss him, as his one week absence made me miss him a lot. But being aware of my new identity I could only watch Robert in his eyes and then pronounce that strange ‘miaow’.
‘Where has this cat came out from? asked Robert. ‘The windows are closed, Christine might have received it. I shall wait for her to give me an explanation. But where can she be now, because she was supposed to be at home at this hour?!’
‘Oh, my darling, if you knew!’ I thought. But I must do something for Robert to recognize me. Watching him continuously , I jumped on the bed, next to him, watching his eyes with that look I knew my fiancé adored at me :’ Come on baby, don’t you know whom these green eyes belong to? Don’t you remember this look? ‘- I wondered.
‘What’s happening with you little cat? Why are staring at me this way? Oh, what deep eyes you have! It’s so strange, but they are so familiar to me. And this look… Oh, no, these are my lover’s eyes! Christine, what has happened to you????’
The next moment, I jumped from the bed on the table, near the glass of bitter which must have caused that change to me. Robert came closer, smelt it and wanted to taste it, when I immediately tripled it.
Then, horrible thoughts came into my mind. I was so much in love Robert, that I was about to do everything for him, but what would happen to our love now? He’d suffer a lot and I’d have to live a cat life. God, why was that happening especially to me?
The moment that followed, I felt someone kissing me and whispering: ‘Christine, wake up baby! It is ten o'clock and I have prepared breakfast for you.’ I opened my eyes and saw Robert, realizing that all was nothing but an awful dream.
One of My Most Intimate Dreams written by Cristina Nuta for FamousWhy.com
FamousWhy.com - Famous People ... Famous Regions, a Lot Of Articles and Free Software Downloads
A Most Intimate Dream Image : gabyu.com
No related sites found. If you are the webmaster of a website, blog or forum that contains related information to this page, we invite you to submit it for inclusion here.
Please add a link to our website before submitting your link(s).
Your link will be validated by our editors in about 48 hours.
by Cristina Nuta -