I heard the bedroom door being slowly and carefully opened. I was facing the wall, but I could not see it, it was a moonless night and the storm had taken out the street lights.
I was staying with my friend Prue, who was probably named Priscilla, and her friend Prom or was it Promat, maybe short for prorogatory maceration. That evening Prue had invited four women, probably unattached, to dinner and very good it was too; even Prom said so.
The dinner ended with a crash, we ran outside and saw nothing – a moonless night and no street lights. But we could hear it and we could feel it. The storm wind was throwing everything around, the rain water smashed into our faces, lightening struck, and we all ran back inside.
“This is a police message. Stay indoors, don’t walk or drive anywhere, there are many fallen trees...” Prue turned off the radio. “We must batten down the hatches and everyone stays here tonight. Don’t bother to call for a taxi.” We talked into the early hours.
I heard the bedroom door being slowly and carefully closed. So probably not Prue and definitely not Prom, he found everybody uninteresting and everything uninteresting.
I felt the bed cover being slowly and carefully raised. Somebody got into my bed. Was it one of the four women?
Lightening struck, but I saw nothing but the wall. I have a pimple on the back of my head, but no eyes.
I felt the bed cover being slowly and carefully lowered. Somebody had gotten into my bed very close to me, the somebody was definitely female. One of the four women, who was afraid of the storm? I didn’t move, I fell asleep.
I felt a hand being slowly and carefully steered around my body. Who was it? I didn’t move, I fell asleep.
Sunday morning, the sun came shining in. “Now watch me!” Prue poured oat flakes into a small bowl. “And now cover it with milk and a shovel full of chopped hazelnuts or almonds and a shovel full of chopped banana or apple. Lovely!”
A taxi arrived after breakfast to take the four women home. I went for a walk with Prue and the neighbour's dog. “S’posing I told you someone climbed into my bed last night, but was gone by daybreak.”
After lunch I packed my things, and there it was, a note with a telephone number and two words: call me.
I got into my car and drove off, very slowly and carefully, the roads were full of broken-off branches and sawdust and logs. I pulled into the side of the road, turned off the engine and called that number.