Sisters

Last night I dreamt i came back home (i. e., to my gf's house) after having overslept. I think i had closed my eyes in a bus stop after a party night before going to a matinée, and turned out to fall asleep. [Which is what was happening in real life, being due to wake up in a few minutes after having not slept at all.]

When I came back home, she was not there, of course, but her sisters were in the narrow living room, all four or five around the rectangular dining table, playing Greek Scrabble. With the funny letters and everything.

"Hey. Did you guys see [Swedish star name]?," one of them asks. They're between 12 and 20 y.o.

"Hmm. No, we didn't", I say. (I guess that was the actor in the matinée movie; my gf had been dreaming about him or something; anyway, we'd split ways long before morning.)

"Did you do [whatever i was supposed to do]?"

"No". This happened all en passant, as i walked by on my way to her room.

I'm already in the corridor when i hear one of them say in a mocking tone, "It's great to see you're turning gay!"

"Yeah, cool", i say to myself, as i enter the messy room, thinking that i don't mind the gf, but those teen sisters and their house would make perfect material for my next piece of writing. Unfortunately, after i've taken my shoes off and before i can drop on the bed, i find out my gf left, but her roaches didn't. And i have to kill a few of the nasty things with my hands.

[And, since i have never had a cockroach on my skin, how the fuck does my subconscious know how it feels?]

Photo by Efou222.

NOTE: For a second as i was told about turning gay, in the dream i was thinking my next piece of writing would be about those 4-5 sisters, or life in that teen-ridden house. BTW, there is no GF. And i don't know who she was. I doubt she could be any cooler than her sisters.