Monday, February 7, 2011

Ex

Last night I dreamt I was in a hotel room with my oldest daughter (who was a small child in this dream) and my ex-husband.  I knew he was going to beat me and I was doing my best to not upset him while I was secretly dialing 9-1-1.  He finally left the room and I got the attention of some police officers to come help.  They came into the room and didn't see anything amiss, but they, too, felt the undercurrent of impending violence.  Through the window I could see the sun shining and the wide open parking lot lined with leafy deciduous trees.  Ex-husband returned to the room and was attempting to charm the police into believing that all was as it should be and that there was nothing wrong, all the while looking at me with murderous intent.  I knew if I didn't take my daughter and leave with the police that he would kill us both, but I wasn't sure he'd let us out of the room.
When we finally did manage to escape, I was covered in cuts and bruises ... but I was free.

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