MicroHorror

“What’s the matter, honey?”

“Oh I had a horrible dream where there was a huge dog chasing me and I couldn’t get away and it jumped on me and ripped my dick off then I turned around and I was holding a knife and I stabbed it and stabbed it in the stomach and its intestines poured out and swung around my neck and it was choking me and choking me and I cut its head off but then I was drowning in blood and I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t breathe then I was running again only the whole world was made of bleeding meat and I couldn’t escape and then I knew it was a giant throat and it was swallowing me and I plunged my knife into it again and again and again and finally I saw light and I opened a hole in the meat like being born all over again I squeezed out and oh it was horrible just horrible.”

“It’s all right, dear, it was just a nightmare. It’s not real. There’s no monsters here. You’re fine. It’s all going to be okay.”

Martin cradled the severed head to his breast, kissing it gently on the forehead. “Thank you, dear, you always know just what to say,” and he went back to sleep.