I can't move, I think I'm tied up
I've been blindfolded, but I know I'm in a dark room
I struggle in my chair in a desperate attempt to free myself, but nothing!
The ropes are so tight that I feel the blood rushing towards my feet
My feet are heavy and they just refuse to move
Suddenly I hear this heavy breath, I feel these heavy hands on my neck
The hands are trying to decide which side would be good
My heart is beating faster, and I'm thinking to myself, 'be done with it already...break it Break it BREAK IT'
I feel the hands turning my head from one side to another, still undecided
The wait is excruciating
And then it stops; the silence, deafening
The hands let go of my neck, and I relax a little
Only then it comes back unexpectedly, and in a fraction of a second...
JERK!!!!!! SHRIEK!!!!!
It's over!
For the first time, I open my eyes...slowly
Waiting to see what the other side looks like (excited almost)
I open my eyes to a couple of amused/surprised/worried faces
And then Arthur, the 6.43 a.m. coach driver for Oxford Tube bends down, undoing my seat belt and hands me a glass of water:
'Surely miss, that dream could not have been as nasty as that crick in the neck is going to be'
Still trying to decide if what I feel now, in retrospect, is mortifying or just plain embarrassing!
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