"easy", I think they are going to say. They only get as far as the "E", though - a horrible, elongated screech as they are all twisted in upon themselves and they snap and are scattered, bloody, over the entire garden.
I wake up quickly, of course, because the noise was the wretched carpenter drilling through the wall next to me, but I wish I could, on writing it out, pinpoint why it terrified me so much. It sounds so silly.
It was so horrible.
I hate nightmares. I admire Morpheus for his inventiveness with them, but I still hate them. That said, it's better than the alternative.
Anyway, yet more people (for god's sake, who are they all?) and singing lesson and the course tonight - I should survive. Pub tomorrow night, I rather imagine - I hope to see some of you there. I don't really know what I'm doing with my weekend other than going to ajva's party on Saturday evening - suggestions welcome. (By this I mean the actual weekend, not tomorrow night, when I am coming Home to go to Sleep...)
Still scared. I hate nightmares.