The Onecat

So finally my friends, here is the first part of THE ONECAT TWO, Seven Cats And Nine Tales.

 

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THE ONECAT TWO

Seven Cats And Nine Tales

THE END

It was a calm evening for Cleo and I beside the fire until the time arrived when my Sender and the French were getting ready to go out. My Sender had barely managed to finish her dinner, while the French was already getting up from the table.

 

“You looking tired my lurve, you sure ‘bout going this evening?”

 

“Have to be, promised Samie we’d see the film with her and Tony tonight.”

 

“Sure Sam and Tony would understand you are not well,” said Laurent.

 

“Have lost too many friends ‘cause I can never get out much now. No, we’re going,” Sue reassured him, struggling to get up from the chair.

 

And then it started all over again!  My mind’s eye, which my mother had called our Catseye, started to arch with a flood of  images as it had done once before, when I had lived with the Old Man. Only this time, I was becoming aware of my Sender’s future life. I had lived my nine lives to be reunited with my Sender, and only now to find out that she was going to lose the life she had. I’d become a spectator, watching the horrific scenes as they played out. I leapt up and began to meow in all the notes I could, trying to match the human vocabulary whirling around in my head in panic. In so much turmoil, I lost my ability to warn her using my feline telepathy, which we called, a Mindlink. There was nothing I could do to prevent my Sender’s fate that I’d foreseen.

 

 

“Meowah,” I leapt up into a bristled state of feline fury.

 

“Ahhhh,” Laurent said, neatly sliding into his jacket, ” he knows we’re going out.”

 

- No Sender no, don’t go. – I sent, choosing the opportunity to jump into a fumbling pair of unprepared arms. My attempt to Mindlink by using words, which we called, Wordsend, with all the terror welling up inside me, tailed off to oblivion.

 

“Oooooh, you little handful.” Sue gasped managing to catch me as her hand made a cradle for my rear end. I hung on firmly to her blue woollen jumper. She kissed me on my head and calmly detached me, putting me back down in care of the floor.

 

“We won’t be that long,” she said, blissfully unaware of my warning.

 

“C’mon,” The French encouraged, prising us apart – forever.

 

Little did he know.

 

I fled out the cat flap hoping I could change the course of events by sneaking into their car.

 

Too late.

 

I watched them with wide eyes as they roared off down the road.

 

– C’me Wedgy,- Cleo sent, flicking her tail over her back. – you have to let things be, you should know that. They have no more power over their own heaven or hell than we had over Emerald Eyes and the Feline Reaper.-

 

My memories of Emerald Eyes came flooding back, as did her image, in my Catseye.  She was as beautiful as ever.  Her black fur glistened, accentuating the Divine sparkle of love in her  green eyes. Once again, like many times before, her iridescent green glow overwhelmed me.

 

 

– You sent for me? – She asked.

 

– I must have - I replied, surprised by her speedy presence in  my thoughts.

– Just because you have lived your nine lives doesn’t stop you from communicating with me in the Afterlife. I am here for you as I am for every member of the Felidae before and… -

 

She was cut short in her sentence by the Feline Reaper. I always preferred the sweet elegance of Emerald Eyes, who represented Mother Nature. She always put her case forward for us felines to be granted our next life. It was the feline Reaper who decided in the end if we were fit to be rewarded with another life or not.

My mind’s eye then gave way to a red glow in which the Feline Reaper made his grand entrance. The devil of the Felidae had appeared again. With his lion mane ablaze, and his claws swiping like scythes, he made his presence known to me.

Just like old times, he too like Emerald Eyes, appeared in my mind’s eye.

 

- Your Sender will be judged by her own Reaper if her future life is to be granted or not.-

 

I dipped my head in respect before a wise member of the Felidae. My senses were numb, not even Cleo could snap me out of my feline depression. I wanted my Sender in this life! I laid on my Sender’s bed, tail tucked between my paws for security. Cleo left me to my own thoughts. Neither her wisdom, nor the powers of the Felidae could help. I let the scenes unfold within my Catseye. I had no control over my vision of the crash.

 

 

“What the he…”

 

Clunk.

 

“Laurent! Look Out!”

 

“Arrhhhhh!”

 

Oh my god, I hope we get out of this one.

 

Laurent lost control of the car. The Juggernaut had veered across the inside lane, hitting the rear  wing of their car and propelling it into the central reservation. The car rebounded like a ball off a buffer in a pinball machine, and spun into a post on the pavement opposite. The sick feeling of being on a fairground ride out of control heading for destruction, rendered Sue unconscious…

 

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After  what seemed a deep, refreshing sleep, Sue awoke feeling calm and invigorated. She became aware of her surroundings, her eyes automatically adjusting to a comforting light that took her into its all- embracing radiance.

 

“Welcome.”

 

A soft voice. So soothing, yet so familiar, permeated her tranquil state of mind.

 

“Where am I?“ Sue asked trying to grasp the significance of her surreal whereabouts.

 

“you have awoken to your future self,” the voice continued, “and the beginning of your existence in that future. It will be a future which you will begin to explore, and become a creator of, along with others who too have awoken..”

 

“Others?” Sue inquired.

 

“Yes, humans from your planet and other sentient beings on planets beyond your solar system.”

 

Other life? Sue tried to reason, concluding that extraterrestrial phenomena were for real, wherever she was at the moment, it seemed.

 

“Yes,” the soothing voice could read her thoughts. “We are perceived as extraterrestrials by you as your race on earth is to us. But here within the Starlight, we are all one intelligentsia, always  have been, always will be and for ever to evolve, and travel through the universe. You are the creators of your worlds. The worlds in which we exist as one with you. I can be known to you as the Star Traveler. Many people on your earth associate us with their religious deities. We have existed since the beginning of time and beyond, as yet to be discovered. Follow your path and all will be revealed.”

 

Her new world was starting to become her reality with every moment she spent with the voice.

 

- Cleo, please, help me. Send, we’re losing her.- Cleo huddled beside me, her tail twitching nervously.

 

- It’s too late, let her go. The French is dying. She’ll die too if she lives with a broken heart in mourning for him.-

 

– Like how I died during my life as Romeo after you had been savaged by the dogs.- The memory of  losing Cleo back in that life grieved me double while the claws of destiny ripped away the life from our Sender.

 

-Perhaps the Senders, like us have nine lives too which they have to work through?- Cleo Sent, closing her eyes in deep feline meditation.

 

-Perhaps they will be reunited like us?- I added. Cleo then started to question herself in respect of my impulse to intervene. -That’s it! – I continued. – We can change destiny. I have to awaken our Sender to her future. The same future where we will go after our nine lives here. We have to Send, to bring her back. Only her living will give strength to the French so he’ll pull through. Time’s running out, let’s Send. We have to bring her back.-

 

-Okay Wedgy. I’m aware of your mission to Awaken our Sender to her future. Now I know I must help too. Let’s Send!-

 

Together the cats joined in thought as one mind to bring Sue back from her  vision.

 

 

-Sender, it’s time to come back. Awaken Sender awaken.-

 

-Back where?- Sue responded. The soothing voice dissipated. Confusion in being able to fully comprehend the meaning of such a vast concept deprived her from further enlightenment. Time in the real world proceeded on course in the usual way. Her world was fading as she began to surface into a disorientated state of consciousness, back to her shattered reality.

 

“Laurent… What happened?” Sue asked, struggling to lift her head.

 

“I don’t know. Get me out of here. It hurts, get me out.” Laurent pleaded.

 

“You will be alright my love.” Sue caressed his forehead. They were squashed together, almost crushed by the impact.

 

Sue strained to recollect her memory of what happened. They’d crashed. Where were they? With answers flirting through her confusion the certainty of life or death faced her and Laurent. She could smell petrol! And then help arrived. Semi-conscious, with Laurent’s  life in the balance, they were cut out of the car wreckage and taken to hospital…

 

 

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CHAPTER ONE

9NECAT

Sue sat on the swing lounger. She was engaged in deep thought. It had been five years since their accident, and still Laurent was waiting to undergo another life- threatening operation to remove a cyst pressing on his left lung! She took her new, but accustomed, surroundings into great consideration, weighing up the pros and cons. The move from their semi-detached house into a two bedroom bungalow, although a compromise, had been needed. Considering the nature of their disabilities, in fact really appreciated. She looked at the newly- built swimming pool in their lengthy fenced garden. They were privileged to have this pleasure, including a wet-room, and the care they needed; but with the pool and their new home, were they happy? Yes, it had changed their life, but only because their life had changed, and not for the better. Having to cope with M.E, she now had to cope with a damaged back and trapped nerve in her left leg, which of course, turned out to be totally inoperable. Only the help of having a large fibroid removed, could help ease the pressure on the trapped nerve. She could barely manage to walk with a stick and felt like a junkie on the prescribed medication for relief of pain and muscle spasms. But she was alive, had no stairs to climb up or down and could swim. That was her only physical activity.

 

Laurent in the accident had been more unfortunate. His urethra had been severed and stitched back, and his broken arm mended with a metal plate. Only his broken ribs, crushed lung and severed nerve in his damaged arm were left down to the healing powers of nature. The six weeks spent in an induced coma played a hand in his survival rating, but dealt a losing card, leaving Laurent with a debilitating neurological impairment upon waking. His spatial perspective of the world around him had dramatically changed. His environment, without him having to focus on his surroundings, fell apart in a disorganized chaos. He had to endure tiring hours of mental torture, trapped in a loop of obsessive thoughts, before he was able to perform basic tasks; and still had to fight to make order in his chaotic reality. But like her, he’d survived, and their love gave them the motivation to cope with life. Their compensation from the insurance bureau had been welcomed and provided them with security, but was inadequate next to their health. At least she’d finished the book, which took her seven years to write, that had finally been published. Royalties were slow, but regular. She hadn’t expected to be the next JK, so her little achievement was more of a bonus.

 

“You are not taking a swim my lurve?” Asked Laurent, joining her on the patio.

 

“Will do later. Been thinking about us and all that’s happened.”

 

“We can’t change the past, mon amour, but we can still have an influence on the present, so enjoy the hot weather and take a swim.” Laurent replied, sitting next to her.

 

“I know you are right, it’s just that…..” She paused.

 

“That you are worrying again. We’re here together, and that’s what’s important, and I’m still here to make sure it is something you will not lose sight of.”

 

“Meeaaww.” I complained, trying to shade myself from the sun. My Sender’s images were that of Laurent being in intensive care after his impending operation and not pulling through.

 

She’d thought the same after the accident. Although he’d made it, there were no guarantees this time round. He was vulnerable to M.R.S.A; he’d caught it whilst in the coma. I could understand my Sender’s concern and knew there were going to be complications ahead for her. Cleo and I were prepared to guide her through the flash backs she’d soon be experiencing. Until then, taking the French’s philosophy to paw, I wanted fun.

 

“Hello there my little darling,” said my Sender dangling her hand down to stroke me.

 

- Let’s go for a swim, – I sent. -I’ll race you, only I’ll sit on the bridge and watch.-

 

“Yep, you’ve convinced me. Laurent, I’m going in. Coming?”

 

“Why not?” Replied Laurent, “I feel on track now, come on then.”

 

Great, at last. Receiving images weighs heavily on a cat’s mind. Just sometimes, we want simply to be cats. I followed them to the edge of the pool. Its shape resembled a child’s classic drawing of a fat cat sitting down, snowman style. I leaped on the bridge, which looked like a collar, fixed over its blue shimmering body, and positioned myself strategically in the middle as though I was a bell. I watched them swim and have fun together. I ducked when the splashing got too much, and teased Cleo who’d appeared on the patio.

 

- C’mon Cleo, join me.-

 

- No way Wedgy! What do you think I am? A dog! You won’t get me near that thing.-

 

- No, not a dog, just a Onelifer. – I sent, knowing I was safe where I was. That got her fur bristling. She ignored my Sending from then on and jumped on the swing lounger to enjoy the sun.

 

She liked to lick herself thoroughly after bathing. I’m sure she was licking the sun off her coat so as to consume it for beneficial reasons only known to us felines. Suppose I’ll have to give it a try sometime. I am certainly a cat who likes the shade.

Sue swam as though she had no disability, and Laurent, Len she’d started to call him for short, was floating on his back, temporarily free from pain and mental torture.

 

“Sue! It’s dad. Can you hear me?” Shouted the Gentleman through the tall wooden gate.

.

 

“Swimming dad!” Sue raised her voice over their noise. “Hang on, give me a mo and I’ll open the gate.”

 

Sue swam to the slope and like a seal, slid out the water into a sitting position. She then prepared herself to stand up and endure the consequences of gravity upon her leg. She was light in the water and gained relief. She stood up and using the bars on either side of the slope leading from the pool and stabilized herself ready to limp. She slowly made her way over to the gate, and opened it to let the Gentleman in. His real name was Gregory, Greg for short. Being severely absent- minded, he was dangerously accident prone; and weak on his ankle, (shattered in a motorbike accident some fifty years ago ), he too was disabled, and would still attempt to do the impossible regardless of his deformity. Visiting on a regular basis since his move from London and death of my Sender’s stepmother, he’d earned himself the name of ‘Professor.’ He wore the name as well as he wore his D.I.Y overall, for he always seemed to be stargazing when in thought about his next project.

 

“Hi dad,” said Sue having to jump aside in pain as he rode into the garden in his buggy, oblivious of the width between the gate posts. Curunch, went his side mirror against the wood. It obeyed gravity and fell on the floor.

 

Crraackk, smashed the discarded mirror as he rode over it!

 

“Dad, you’ve just broke your mirror!”

 

“It’s alright, I’ll fix it with a new one,” he said, riding near the edge of the pool.

 

“Greg!” Shouted Laurent, stressed that both the professor and his buggy would end up in the water.

 

“I know,” said the professor, stopping just in time. “I’m not used to the pool being here yet.”

 

“Well try to be dad,” said Sue, “We’ve had it well over a month now and I don’t want any accidents.”

 

“It’s alright love, I’m fine!” he replied as if the consequences would just affect him in his own perception of the universe.

 

He staggered out of the buggy and with his stick, unsteady, made his way over to the patio where he plonked himself down, but on top of Cleo, onto the swing lounger.

 

- See, – Cyrano sniggered, – you’d been safer over here.-

- Kewl it Wedgy, you’ll have more than a splash to lick at.- She sent and raced through the French doors out of harm’s way. Sometimes she sat on the professor’s lap, and that was only after he’d exhausted the time to create havoc. Only the hands on the clock would be responsible again for him when he got up to make a move.

 

“Nice day love. Are you still in pain?”

 

Still? Just like us felidae, my Sender was adverse to the word Still. And still she had to explain again.

 

“Dad, I’m always in pain, and have been since the accident.” said Sue.

 

“Oh, that’s so weird that business. Can’t they do anything for you?”

 

The word Again was becoming a repertoire, and again she still had to explain.

 

“No dad, I told you, they can’t operate.” She forced a smile as Laurent climbed out of the pool to give her his support, and moreover, protection from the professor’s trail of turmoil. He’d noticed she’d avoided the buggy, and was frustrated with the bizarre ways of his father-in-law.

 

“It’s a shame,” said the Professor, changing the subject for one more favorable to him, “I’ve done some shopping and bought a curry for tonight.”

 

“That‘s good.. Just don’t burn it.” Sue labored; sighing as she carefully joined the Professor on the swing lounger. She imagined him misjudging the seat as it gently swung back. Just like the cats when we misjudge a jump and end up on our rump. It’s not true that we are always agile and land on our paws!

 

“Oh yeah, I forgot to say love, you better check that nine cat thingy. It fell off the wall when I pressed the bell. I didn’t know you were in the garden.”

 

9necat thingy indeed, well you do now she thought. How many times had he leaned on the plaque and knocked it off the wall? Len had always fixed it back on. It was the name they chose for the place after publication of The Onecat. And they were still today trying to make their home ‘Professor-Proof’.

 

“It’s alright dad, no probs,” she said with sympathy for her father’s deficit of attention. “I’ll ask Len to put it higher up.”

 

“Got anything cold to drink love?” Asked the Professor, always changing the subject to meet his needs: and they say us Siamese are demanding.

 

“I’ll get it mon cheri,” said the French, dripping from head to toe as he got out of the pool. “We’ve only got lemonade Greg.”

 

That’ll do,” said the Professor. “I’m going to try bowling tomorrow night. I will have a look. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it or not.”

 

“You can only try dad,” said Sue, “We’ve only got one life after all.”

 

Perhaps one life I thought, but unlike us cats, our human companions have many other things to contend with. Cleo and I know our Sender was on the verge of experiencing something the equivalent of nine lives. Nine flashbacks perhaps?

 

 

CHAPTER TWO

THE SEEDERS

 

It had been a long day for my Sender and the French, so after the late night film they retired to bed. Cleo and I missed playing tail chase on the stairs in our old house, but compensated by playing ‘Dash the Flap,’ in our new territory. It was a race around the garden, and the first one in the flap won the night’s portion of crunchies, only it was a mad dash and it was our heads that knocked the flap open instead of our usual nose nudge. After several times, and my Sender shouting at us because of the noise, we too would retire in the bedroom. Cleo would take her usual position on their bed and I would find mine under the duvet in the arms of my Sender. There I would stay, only turning with her from side to side during sleep. This night however, took a different turn for both of us: a turn into my Sender’s world.

 

In a relaxed frame of mind just before falling asleep, Sue felt her body sinking deeply into the bed, and second by second, deeper still, into an unnerving state of paralysis. She couldn’t move, and breathing became a struggle.

 

“Help me!” She tried to scream out, hoping to raise the alarm that Len would hear.

 

Her screams went unheard. The fear of death became overwhelming as the rigidity of her body intensified. Like us cats in death, our Sender succumbed to the Stillness. But defiantly, her strong heart continued to beat, slowly and regularly.

 

Charged from whiskers to the tip of my tail by the sudden presence of static electricity, I forced myself up from under the duvet. I left my Sender’s arms for a sitting position on top of the bed. There I stayed fixed, with a feeling of uncertainty intent on attacking my body with a series of involuntary twitches.

 

- Cleo! – I sent, hoping to awaken her.  My efforts were thwarted, as deep in feline slumber she remained.

 

Thanks to my lucky paws the presence I felt was becoming a comfort to me and reassuringly familiar with every pulse in my feline veins. Although invisible, I was determined to discover its elusive source. I tuned into my catseye, in a world beyond our solid form which I have always known as the Afterlife. My tail twitched with confusion to see an ethereal image of my Sender arising from her sleeping body like a Genie from a bottle.

 

My Sender appeared in the Afterlife while her body remained safely asleep in the bed, breathing slowly and rhythmically Beyond the Stillness, and to her surprise she was conscious and hovering around the room. She looked down on Laurent and her body lying in bed next to him.

 

“Laurent,” she shrieked, overwhelmed with excitement. “I’m floating.” Her voice, like our inaudible thoughts in human words, was sent and inaudible.

 

Laurent remained soundly asleep.

 

Panic for her unfamiliar state of existence immediately consumed her detached soul. Thoughts of death gripped her consciousness and took her into a place that she could only comprehend as being Hell. Thoughts of her body being buried and stuck in this state of limbo horrified her; more so of being cremated and aware of it without any one knowing, and still  existing or feeling excruciating pain. The sheer horror of it all jolted her condemned soul back into her body where she was able to sit up.

 

She was panicking and trembling. More disturbing was the feeling that she had died in her sleep and by some miracle, had come back to life. I was helpless as she woke up Laurent at the full height of her fear.

 

Laurent mumbled and finally aroused from his slumber to find Sue wrestling with his shoulder.

 

“Ca va mon cheri, qu’est-ce qu’il  y a?” His French tongue drove his English thoughts aside.

 

“Je suis morte de peur… J’ai fais un ‘cushmard’! No, I’m not alright,”Sue replied, unable to master the French language.” I died! I died in my sleep and came back.”

 

“Relaxe-toi mon chaton, calme-toi. Dis-moi…” he prompted, putting his arms around her. He sat up to match her panic- stricken position and state of mind. “You are very alive to me. What happened?”

 

“Of course I’m alive. I came back to life. Haven’t you listened to me?” She snapped, fear gripping her words.

 

“Then it’s alright now.” He reassured her. He felt her heartbeat finally slowing  to the pace of his comforting voice.

 

“It was horrifying, it was really happening.”

 

 

“The fear is the worst,” he said, “it will pass. Come, lie down with me. Together we’ll fear nothing.”

 

My Sender settled again but fearing the idea of sleep, dozed off lightly to avoid the process of dreaming. Asleep she did fall, and all was quiet once more.

 

Something between my whiskers was amiss. How come my Sender went into the Afterlife and remained alive? I headed back under the duvet into her arms. My paws went into action, kneading their way through a bed of endless questions.

 

- It’s seven, – sent Cleo unexpectedly. -

 

- Seven what? – I replied with my tail twitching.

 

- She has to make seven trips into the Afterlife. -

 

- How do you know this? – I sent, starting to feel sleepy myself.

 

-Because I saw her hovering above us in her Afterlife body through my Catseye. There were seven stars, which she didn’t see, encircling her. I was as confused as you were, until Emerald Eyes made a gracious appearance. ‘Watch closely‘ she’d said. I did as instructed to see the seven stars manifest themselves into seven cats, their tails and ears representing each colour of the rainbow. They are the cats from the stars, Emerald eyes had told me, and that each one held a message for our Sender to discover herself in the future. But first she has to learn and acquire the skills essential to travel without harm or premature death in the Afterlife. It’s up to both of us to meet with the Star Cats and help our Sender to make her travels successful.

 

- Then we must tune into our Catseye together and get acquainted with these Star Cats. – I sent, a little clawed out knowing that Cleo had been granted this information before me.

 

- All in good time Wedgy, – she sent still in tune with my thoughts. She was right, this will be a mission for both of us to help our Sender discover herself in the future.

 

- Upon falling asleep- sent Cleo, – we must plant the number seven into our Sender’s mind.

 

-Simple – I replied, proud to the tips of my ears with an idea. – We can send the images of the Star Cats to her so she’ll awake at seven on the clock.-

 

-Good idea Wedgy.- Cleo praised me. -Now we can sleep.-

 

We did sleep well during the early hours that were left. We slept soundly until the image of the Star Cats awoke Cleo and I, and indeed when it was seven on the clock.

 

I slithered stealthily out of my Sender’s arms and onto the pillow next to her. Cleo arched, and pawed her way over to the French and us. She sat opposite me. On either side of our Sender we meowed in unison, meowed until our Sender completely aroused from her slumber.

 

“What on earth? Cee, Clee, what are you doing babies?” She sat up wearily stroking us both with each hand. She looked at the clock and noted the time.

 

How bizarre, she pondered. Deep in reflection she remained. Although she remembered her nightmare, she was afraid, and so concentrated hard to recapture her last dream upon waking. Cats, she remembered, trying to hold the images steady in her mind’s eye. Coloured cats? She debated with herself. “Yep, seven cats,” Sue gasped. She laughed. She petted both of us. “I have enough with you two,” She said. “But I’d love to see your tails and ears coloured,” she giggled, thinking of topaz ears and a tail for me.

 

“Nine cats in total eh?” She concluded, missing the point of our mission for her to decipher the meaning of the number seven. She yawned and caressed Laurent on his cheek. He too woke up, stretched and yawned loudly for all to hear.

 

“Ca va, mon Cheri,” he mumbled gobbledygook to end his yawn.

 

“Ah oui, ca va, well after the night I had, we had,” she corrected herself, knowing he lost sleep and suffered as a consequence too. “Oui, ok. Sorry about last night, it was a real nightmare.”

 

“That’s why I’m here for you. No apologies needed,” he reassured her. He reached over and gave her a kiss to start the day. “Je t’aime aussi.” She kissed him back.

 

Cleo and I were beside each other, somewhat whisker- drooped for the lack of our effort to Mindlink the meaning of the seven cats to our Sender. Like a flick of a light, the images she did have, were turned off with a kiss.

 

Once up and dressed, our Sender limped into the kitchen where the coffee called out for her. She attended to the brown substance with her name on it, making it come alive with hot water in a cup adorned with our species. She sat on the kitchen chair placing her precious brew on the table. She waited for Laurent to emerge from the bedroom.

 

She knew he was different, that he had changed since the accident; thankfully not his personality, but the way he now had to cope with life was a real endeavour for him. Like a prisoner in the bedroom he would remain, tortured in his mind, having to hold the thought that the outside world was stable and not in complete disarray as his mind perceived it. Dressed he could get, only ensuring he could be in control. Hours could clock up before he’d feel ready to face his uncertain reality. Sometimes, more often than not, he would put aside his clothes, which he’d refer to as his armour for a relaxing day in his underwear. It saved him from major stress  trying to organise  his hampering thoughts. Going into the bedroom and reminding him that time was getting on could make him worse, other times, it would help depending if he had a free day or an appointment. No matter what, he would be ready when he could be and that was as simple as that.

 

Wanting to cause him no added stress, she left him to his own devices. Upon that thought, she finished the last sip of her coffee, and went into the front room.

 

Early sunlight beamed through the bay window giving her optimism. Cleo and I followed in her footsteps, taking our usual positions on the sofa. She too would claim her place beside us next to a small round table on which sat her laptop. She made herself comfortable and with last night’s dream in mind, dared to Google the best words relevant to describe her experience. Surely enough searching for death while sleeping brought up information on Near Death Experiences, termed ‘N.D.E’s’ and Out Of Body Experiences, with a similar term, ‘O.B.E’s.’

 

Please note that this draft is up for revision hopefully pending on your ideas, thoughts and criticism