Walking hand-in-hand along the beach with someone you love is a wondrous feeling: one that should be treasured. His hand was hot in mine, and I’d never wanted someone so badly as I wanted him at that moment. The sun beat down on our heads, and the waves crashed lightly on the sand.
He decided he wanted a swim. He grinned seductively at me as he shed his covering, revealing the object of my desires. He wriggled his buns at me as he ran into the surf and dived under the water. I shielded my eyes from the sun’s glare with my hand as I watched him frolicking in the water.
I took a step into the water, testing its temperature. I was trying to decide if I should join him when I saw a fin appear in the water near him.
“Mr. Cheeseburger!” I screamed, waving one hand to get his attention while pointing at the fin with the other. “Shark!”
He looked up at me then looked where I was pointing, just in time to see the fin disappear under the water. The shark was making a move on him. He started swimming frantically back to shore.
“NO!” he cried out as he stopped swimming. His arms stopped moving, and his body floated to the surface. I stood on the beach, crying deep heart wrenching sobs as the waves washed his body up at my feet.
The shark had bitten through his buns and beef patty, and his hot melted cheese was oozing out onto the sand. The bite was clean, precise.
I was debating having a nibble of my own on Mr. cheeseburger’s carcass when I felt something press into my lower back. My heart dropped to my stomach and fear washed over me. Had Bruce returned? Was he going to stab me now?
I woke up with a start, feeling confused from the dream. As I became aware of my surroundings, I realised I was in my own bed. The thing digging into my back wasn’t a knife being wielded by a crazy American: it was only Justin’s morning erection digging into me. I reached behind me and moved it to a more comfortable position.
“What?” Justin murmured, obviously half awake. “No dinner and movie first?”
I chuckled, wondering why Justin was here. He and Ruth had patched things up several weeks ago and he was living with her again. They were good and strong. Ruth was good and strong!
I turned to face Justin, and snuggled into him as he wrapped his arms around me. The fog started to lift from my mind. Since Quentin’s murder I’d been taking sleeping pills, resulting in morning confusion and fog. Then I remembered.
“It’s your wedding day,” I said to Justin. Ruth had become surprisingly traditional in the lead-up to the wedding and insisted that her and Justin don’t stay under the same roof the night before the ceremony.
“Yes, it is,” he observed. I could feel his smile widen against my cheek.
“I had another dream,” I told him. In preparation for the big day, I’d gone on a strict diet. The combination of the sleeping pills and the diet had resulted in some pretty bizarre dreams.
“What were you and Mr. Cheeseburger doing this time?” he asked. “Hiking up a mountain? Ten pin bowling? Sharing popcorn at a movie theatre?”
“Walking along the beach. Then he went for a swim and got eaten by a shark.”
“That’s awful,” he said, slurring slightly.
We both fell into a light doze.