The Mother Of All Nightmares

4.45am.

I woke up violently and sat up.

She was startled too, got up and hugged me.

“Are you okay, Honey? Did you just have a nightmare?” she asked.

“Yeah I did. It was horrible!” I replied.

“Oh, poor Baby,” she said, kissing my cheek. “What was it about, Sayang?”

“I dreamt that I screwed this ugly transvestite,” I said, breathing heavily.

“Huh?” she raised an eyebrow.

“That’s not even the worse part! After that he screwed me!” I sighed.

She did not say anything. She laid down with her back to me.

After a short while, without even looking, she got hold of the bolster and put it firmly behind her butt.