You woke with your heart pounding violently behind your chest. You know it is a dream but it seemed so real. You check the time, it’s past 3AM.
You are no longer sleepy. Your mind can’t get over the nightmare. Wasn’t that Tracey in your dream, catching you with a cutlass?
You wipe off a bead of sweat as your heart continues racing. You draw the bedsheet closer to your chest. For quite a while now, Tracey has been giving your signals to befriend her but you weren’t giving her a green light.
She once told you that if she couldn’t have you, no one else. Things got worse, after you announced your wedding which was in two months.
How did all this trouble with Tracey start?
Wasn’t it when you started eating the lunch she brought to work. Longer throat will not kill you.
You never hesitated to pay her compliments. You never refused a meal.
Which bachelor would refuse a good meal? You had asked Bayo, your married friend.
It’s past 4AM, you reluctantly get off bed. You tried to pray. No words are forthcoming. You know you’ve been a bad boy. Father is unhappy with you.
Finally, you get around it and go to the bathroom.
As you go to work, you are grateful for the dramatic scene in the bus. It is the distraction you needed to forget that horrible dream. The conductor is quite a comedian and everyone is laughing his heart out.
You get to work and the first person you see is Tracey with a smirk on her face.
Does she know about the dream?
She greets you but you pretend you didn’t hear her.
You walk with long strides to your office, whispering “Blood of Jesus” under your breath.
Be careful.
fiction
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