Dream.

I dreamed a dream. No biggie, just a dream. It was 11th September 2001 all over again. I was there. Not really, but my dream told me I was. I watched from afar. But I was close. Floating somehow, as you often do in dreams. I don't even know how I got there. But all of a sudden I was watching it all unfold. Right in front of me. People panicked and smoke engulfed everything. Even in my area, high above everything, it became diffiult to see. It was less screaming and more bewilderment. Disbelief. The emergence of something that had not yet prevailed on earth. The birth of a new fear. A small box took the place of the buildings. And I was inside in, plummeting. A lift, I realised. But barely, and not for long. Descending downwards too rapidly to comprehend. Lifeless bodies flew upwards, including mine. I wanted to lie on the floor. Like my brother told me.

But I awoke to a ticking. Bloody wood beetle in my door.