Saturday, February 15, 2014

A Ringing After Midnight

Mathew was caught up in another dream.

He had finally identified the woman in his recurring dream.  It was Celeste, the woman he had been "friends" with on line.

Since Mathew had never met Celeste in real life, it seemed strange to him that she had become such an fantasy fixation to him.

Were the photos he had seen of her even really her?  Was she a real person, or someone pretending to be someone else?  Wait, he had telephoned her that one time and she was genuinely a woman.  He had heard her voice.  Still, there was an element of mystery about her. 

It was very late on a Tuesday night and he was in bed with his wife Trish.  The mark on his shoulder that looked like a bite had faded to a dull scratch.  Mathew and Trish were at that point in their 20 plus year marriage where they both slept in pajamas, so hiding the injury had really been no problem.

In his dream, Mathew was back in that suite on the 11th floor of the hotel.  Celeste and he were in bed naked and she was whispering to him in a somewhat raspy voice, telling exactly what she wanted.  Mathew was transfixed by the sound of her whispering voice saying things that he had never heard anyone say before.  Celeste was the most sexual creature he could have dreamed of.  Just listening to her had him aroused again even though they had made love twenty minutes earlier.

As Mathew was moving Celeste on top of him, he heard a loud ringing in his ears.  Fire alarm was the first thing that came into his mind.  The second thing that occurred to him was that if he were to die or get injured in a fire in this hotel room with this woman, he wife would be devastated.  Finally, fighting his way out of sleep, he realized the phone was ringing.

Trish, grabbed the receiver and said "Hello."  Then she looked puzzled and hung up the phone.  Mathew asked her "What was that all about?" and she replied, "I don't know.  It sounded like a woman whispering and then she hung up."

Trish was back asleep within moments.  Mathew tossed and turned the rest of the night but sleep was denied to him.

This is from the prompt "a ringing in the ears" which had stymied me completely until now.  I know I said no more porn, but I lied.  Now check out the other participants at We Work For Cheese.  They may be more honest than me, but I wouldn't bet on it.


  1. Why do phones always ring at the worst possible moment?

  2. This just gets better and better.


  3. Oh, now I'm dying to know what she whispered..

  4. You've really goy me hooked on your little story. I love it.

  5. It's an even exchange. I hooked on your hard boiled detective story too.

  6. I'll send you a message, Ziva. It's too explicit for my PG rating.

  7. I agree with're story is got us all wondering "What next?"

  8. I am wondering the same thing, Cheryl!

  9. No more porn? Why would you dare make that promise? So I'm very curious about that bite on his shoulder. More more. He said. :) Now I'm saying it too. More!

  10. This story is just like a roulette wheel. Round and round and round it goes, where it stops, nobody knows. Especially me.