Trapped Inside A Dream Part 10'Daddy! Daddy there's a visitor here for you!' Charley called, running about the house.
Nicholas dressed quickly and headed down the hallway, where he opened the door and was surprised to see Kate waiting, smiling.
'I found this ' she said, holding out a yellow Tonka truck., '-in one of the back rooms at the hospital. It's a toy I had given to Charley while you were in comatose. It was his favourite, so I decided to come and give it to him to keep.' Nicholas looked at her kind face, and called back to Charley, who came running from the kitchen.
Charley saw Kate, 'Katie!' He called, jumping to her. Nicholas couldn't help but think about how much those two loved each other. What a wonderful mother she had been to his son.
'Katie brought you a present!' He said, motioning Kate to give it to him. Charley gasped as he was handed the truck, and immediately ran out to play with it.
'Thank you.' Nicholas smiled to her, as he watched his boy run out into the back yard. 'Would you like to
Trapped Inside A Dream Part 9Nicholas woke with a start. His sweat dripped down his face and his heart beat pounded against his ribs.
Sitting up, Nicholas patted his body, checking for damage.
'Just a dream.' He sighed, falling back onto his pillow. He thought back and recalled the already fading dream.
I was sitting on a park bench in the middle of the night for reasons unknown to me. Looking out at the city, I shuddered. The cold of the morning seeped into my veins, and the wind whipped my mid-length brown hair about my face.
I shivered again as the wind strengthened, picking up leaves, dead grass and dust and throwing it around about me. I gasped, out of breath as a large white figure loomed from the flying debris.
It looked as though it were made of white sand, but on closer inspection, I could tell the white material was too fine to be sand, and concluded that it was dust.
Pure white dust.
The figure quickly loomed into a large skeletal silhouette, which rose above me. I cried in shock as it fell around me
Trapped Inside A Dream Part 8'Yeah, a bowl.', 'A bowl of dust.', 'Yeah, it's stuck to my thumb.', 'Just tell me what to do!' Nicholas argued with the receptionist at the other end of the phone. He had called the hospital to enquire as to what to do about the living dust.
'Ok sir, just come in so we can check it out. Luckily we have a nurse free who should be able to help you.'
Nicholas hung up, took one more swig of his brandy from the bottle, and headed out the door; complete with a bowl of white dust hanging onto his thumb.
When he arrived at the hospital, his baby-sitter Nurse Kate met him.
'Ah, Mr. Farrow. Good to see you again!' Nurse Kate said as she walked into the room. Nicholas sat on the examination table, complete with dust bowl.
'Though, these circumstances could have been better.' She finished, walking over to him.
'I forgot to thank you for your help with Charley; it's appreciated. He can be a handful.' Nicholas said as the young nurse took his 'infected' hand in hers and examined it.
Trapped Inside A Dream Part 7Nicholas sat down at the table again; this time Charley was at kindergarten, and the house was empty other than the complete silence that overwhelmed him.
'Now, what are you?' He said, tipping the contents of the dust into a clear bowl. He shifted it around with his finger; it felt smooth, too smooth. It was pure white and smelt strangely odd.
Nicholas took a swig from his brandy glass and took a spoon to the fine powder. He swirled it around and was surprised when the dust solidified the faster he swirled. He pulled the spoon out and tried again with his finger. It too became harder the faster he mixed.
'What the - ?' he questioned, taking another sip of his drink. He coughed as it went down his wind pipe, and spluttered the drink over the table. He rubbed at his throat and used his sleeve to wipe at the drink left on his face.
He closed his eyes and rubbed them; he was going mad, and he would have dismissed it, had it not been for the strange phenomenon that occurred on his ki
Trapped Inside A Dream Part 6Nicholas woke up to his son jumping on his bed.
'Happy birthday Daddy!' He cried, dancing around, landing on his father. The curtains were pulled shut and his room was void of light except for the ominous glow of the heater in the corner.
The declaration of his birthday surprised him. With the incident at the mansion and the three weeks in hospital he had completely forgotten.
'Really? What's the day?' He asked, grabbing his son and holding him down on the bed, tickling him under the arms.
Between gasps for breath, Charley cried 'It's your birthday!' Nicholas fell backwards and looked at the calendar that hung above his desk.
'Tuesday the 7th of November.' He read, and sat up quickly. 'Oh my God! I'm 26 today!' he jumped up and his son fell onto the floor, laughing.
'Daddy!' He cried, clambering back onto the bed to give his father a big hug.
'Let's go get something to eat! Something special for breakfast' he said, pulling his father's arm towards the kitchen.
Standing behind the count
Trapped Inside A Dream Part 5Three days later, Nicholas broke free of his coma, and opened his eyes to the child sleeping beside him.
'Hello champ' he said slowly as Charley looked up, eyes squinting in the light.
'Daddy!' He cried, hugging his father around the chest as he lay on the white hospital bed.
Nurse Kate walked in after hearing Charley exclaim excitedly.
'Look Katie!' He cried, jumping off the bed and grabbing Kate by the hand. 'Daddy is better!' He jumped around cheering.
'Rightio Charley, calm down.' Nicholas said, rather doped up on the drugs in his drip. Kate looked at Nicholas, his eyes, though tired and worn, held the innocence of his son, and the joy at the sight of his child. Kate watched as father and son reacted in the strongest bond on earth; love.
Nicholas looked up from his son at Kate, 'Thank you.' He smiled. Kate nodded a welcome to him and continued to watch as they couple enveloped each other in a lazy hug.
A few weeks later, Nicholas we cleared to leave.
'Mr. Farrow, you're cleared to
Trapped Inside A Dream Part 4'Dad? Dad!' Charley called, squeezing his young father's hand. Charley was four years old, and had found his father as he entered his house after being with his grandmother for the week.
'Dad ' He cried, the machines beeping around him. He looked up at them; multiple devices were pumping blood to his heart; monitoring his heart beat; his lungs and kidney. His father had been admitted into intensive care, his wound had been infected over night and he had contracted septicaemia; severe blood-poisoning.
Charley had refused to leave his father's side, and for the three weeks Nicholas was in hospital Charley never left the hospital. He was young, and his father was injured; no one could sway his young mind to leave, not even for five minutes.
The nursing staff therefore gave him a spare hospital bed, they had wheeled it in and had it placed next to his father. Charley slept there, and when it came to showering, he used the room's bathroom. The nurses and doctors didn't know what to do
Trapped Inside A Dream Part 3'Nicholas? Nicholas Farrow? Delivery for Nicholas Farrow!' A man called from the front door.
'Errghh.' Nicholas mumbled, slowly rising to his feet. He fell down again with a crush; still slightly drunk.
'Please sir, I need a signature!' The delivery man called, banging on the door.
'O k I'm coming!' He hiccoughed, slowly standing, using the wall for support. He moved down the hallway, slowly making his way to the front door.
He clumsily reached for the handle and pulled it down lazily. As the door swung open, Nicholas fell back against the wall and the delivery man looked at him.
'Bit of a tight spot hey mate?' He asked, putting the wood clipboard in Nicholas' face. Nicholas obliged and signed his signature, somewhat clumsily above the space provided. The delivery man laughed and handing him a small black box. 'Have a good one mate,' He chuckled as he walked away.
Nicholas looked at the box with slant eyes and leant his back against the front door to close it. When he heard
Trapped Inside A Dream Part 2Nicholas jumped through his front door, and slammed it shut behind him. Breathing heavily, he stumbled to the kitchen, where he poured himself a shot of brandy. He downed it in seconds, and then another, and another.
He spluttered the drink as he recalled his face as it decomposed in the mirror.
'Can't be real; It can't be.' He stammered, hands shaking and voice quaking. He turned to his right and flicked the light switch on, and after being blinded be the light, flicked it back off and fell to the floor, back against the wall.
Drawing his legs up to his body and watching the frost of his breathe dance and dissipate in front of him, he closed his eyes and immediately re-opening them. He closed them again but the same image reappeared.
It wasn't the aging that disturbed him, nor was it seeing himself as just bone. The sight of his eyes falling back and his face melting got to him, but not as much as when the bone turned to dust and fell through the glass into reality. Whenever he closed