Boudoir Secrets

Chapter 51

Sitting on the floor in the dark, my slithery companions comforted me. I felt so helpless and frightened and I couldn't understand why. There are no explanations. No causes. Are there? Why was I jumping at shadows? It had taken me minimal time to rush home today after I had mustered enough courage to escape the imprisonment of the change room. What a coward I was! I sat curled up on the floor hoping noone would see me. Paranoia is beginning to take a grip on my life and there is no way I can stop the feeling of unexplainable fear that had taken up permanent residence in my gut.

Quickly, I rushed to the toilet and threw up.

What happened to all the love and happiness? I am a free spirit! A soul that won't be contained and a personality that can't be boxed.

Stripping off the clothes of the day, I stepped into my shower and turned the jets of water on to warm. I scrubbed and scrubbed my skin till I started to bleed in places. My teeth started chattering. I turned the water on hot to warm my chilled body. Why was I shaking? Fear or fever? Maybe I am delusional because I have a fever?

I slumped against the cool tiles and slid to the floor, hugging my knees to my chest. Tears started to flow. I couldn't stem them, so I cried until there were no more tears. Then I continued to sit under the shower of hot water until it turned cold. Teeth chattering once more, I stood slowly and grabbed a towel, wrapping it about me. I had no strength to dry myself, so I walked to bed and slid between the sheets, bringing the covers over me and my head. I felt somewhat safe. The rough scales against the bed made me poke my head out to see who or what it was. It was Mawsie. He'd come to check on his mummy. Sensing that I am distressed, he coiled himself about the post above my head and nestled his head against my shoulder and neck.

Finally fatigue took over and I fell into a deep slumber.