Before I forget, the recollection of a dream.
I walk down the passage to where my wife sleeps; she is in the kitchen at the moment. As I approach her door I feel the presence of someone in her room. I grasp the handle – it does not give way.
In that moment, I am afraid, not frightened, but afraid of this unknown which has entered our house deliberately and secretly. It is his intention to do us harm in some way, either by robbing or hurting us, perhaps both. It is no longer a person there, but a force of evil, a presence which does not want to be known. He will do something which will perhaps change our lives drastically, but without our knowing who he is. The enormity of anonymity.
He knows I know he is there. “Press the panic button,” I shout. “Someone’s in your room.” The siren sounds; I move away from the door.
When I wake up, which is not long after, this is all I recall.
