Carriage House, Room 10, Saturday early morning
It was that dream again. A rather familiar dream, with familiar figures in grey suits and masks, a familiar woman strapped into a familiar chair. Grinning comedy and tragedy masks capered while Ivanova pleaded with them to let the woman go.
She twisted in the bed, her face in sleep contorting as the familiar nightmare was flooded with drumming, a ra-ta-tat-tat as of jackboots. Their fingers drummed on her arms, on her back. One way out. Only one way out.
[[For ze girlfriend, one dream-o'-drums at your service, NFB ma 'se do thoil.]]
She twisted in the bed, her face in sleep contorting as the familiar nightmare was flooded with drumming, a ra-ta-tat-tat as of jackboots. Their fingers drummed on her arms, on her back. One way out. Only one way out.
[[For ze girlfriend, one dream-o'-drums at your service, NFB ma 'se do thoil.]]