~ The Alice's Mirror ~

Interlude 1

Alice wakes up, sweating, disconcerted, with a metallic aftertaste in the mouth.

She is naked, the sheets are on the floor and her bed looks like a battlefield. She is aching all over and something is boring between her thights : the mirror.

She comes back in the reality, realizes that it was a dreadfull nightmare.

She gets up, goes down to the kitchen.

She switches on the coffe machine, lits a cigarette.

She does not want to go to work.

The nightmare is always in her mind.

Her sewed flesh, the whip, the rapes, the knife ripping her.

All is coming back to her now.

And this pain in her belly, in her anus, in her mouth.

She looks at herself, she touches herself.

Nothing.

No marcks.

"It was so horrific" she thinks.

She phones her office...

"I don't know, I am washed out, I am going to stay at home..."

She wants to wash, to cleanse herself.

She dresses herself quickly, comes down to the basement.

There are a swimming pool, a gymnasium, a squash room.

In the changing room she undresses herself, puts her clothes in one of the lockers.

She goes to the toilets. It burns when she makes water.

She looks at her face, no scars. Nevertheless she feels the dull pain of the sewing that, in the nightmare, has sealed her lips.

She examines herself in a mirror...

Nothing !.

She do not understand.

So comes out.

There is nobody in the swimming pool. Peoples are working or perhaps it is too early.

She slips out her loincloth,

She gets herself soaked little by little.The water seems cold, especially when it reaches her womb. She shouts a little scream:

"ouh.."

And she plunges into the pool. She is fine. She floats on her back.

The cool water eases the pain, eases her fear.

Later she comes out of the pool, rested, calmed down.

She forgets the nightmare. And the mirror.

Unless the mirror forgets her.

To be continued ...