Sara is in her living room, but she knows immediately that this isn’t her dream. She sees Brian sitting on the small loveseat, watching a baseball game on their tiny TV but she can tell that it isn’t his dream either. She’s confused - whose dream is it?
The doorknob turns, the door opens, and the answer is revealed: Barbara from next door. Barbara the tall and attractive law student, who’s currently wearing a bathrobe and – Sara is absolutely certain of this – nothing underneath it.
“Your wife’s not here,” Barbara coos as she approaches Brian. He says nothing, shows no reaction at all. “You don’t want to do anything that would hurt her. I admire that, you know. That’s how a real man ought to act,” she says, stepping between him and the TV.
Sara smiles as Brian continues to not react to her, except for tilting his head to see past her to the TV. She does not smile when Barbara sighs, takes Brian’s head in her hands and forces him to look at her. “You are a good man. But you’re only human,” she says, and then, letting go of him, she unties her robe and lets it fall to the floor…
“Get out of my room, you whore!” I hear myself shouting at someone, but who? There’s nobody here. Brian’s in the shower, I can hear the water going. And why would I call him a whore? That makes no sense.
Not Brian. I was dreaming. I saw – God, I saw Barbara! The woman who lives next door to us. The married woman who lives next door to us. I saw her dream. And she was dreaming about seducing Brian. “Whore” is far too good a word for her.
She's dreaming about my husband. My husband! Who the hell does she think she is? She's got her own husband! She should be dreaming about him, not Brian. Granted, I think her husband is an ass and I’m pretty sure she does too, but still. She can't have mine!
This is very strange. I can't remember ever feeling jealous like this before. But then again, before Brian I never had anybody worth being jealous over. I know this is completely irrational. I have nothing whatsoever to worry about. I'm in his heart and I always will be. Me and nobody else. Especially if last night was anything to go by.
Still, I’m going to keep a close eye on her. And if she so much as puts a hand on him, I'll cut her heart out. I know how to do it, too. I’ve been reading ahead - the instructions are right there in Grant's Dissector. Page 75.
I think I’ll mark the page with a post-it note. Just in case.
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