Dr. Stewart took some more notes. She was ultimately keeping them in a dossier, which now had on her desk, and when the interview was over was put-ting it in its top drawer. It was a deep red dossier.
I must be a special case for placing my dossier in the drawer and not in her cupboard along with all the others, Sheila thought to herself.
She felt again drowning. She took a small bottle of water out of her purse and drank two sips.
"What do you see in your dreams?" Dr. Stewart suddenly asked.
Sheila gulped. Her face clouded over.
"It’s been a couple of nights I’m watching the same nightmare..." she began saying, "I am trapped alone and helpless in an elevator somewhere high up, on the eightieth floor if I am not mistaken. I am trying to press the buttons in order the firefighters to come and get me out. Even though I press, I do not hear any sound. I am shouting but my voice is going astray. It is like watching a silent movie. I get the cell phone in hand and notice that there is no signal. I am moving to the corner and it is …show more content…
"While I have no hope, the elevator roof suddenly opens wide and I see the face of a very charming firefighter. He stretches his hand to grab mine, so do I, and when we touch our fingers…"
"What happens then?"
"Someone comes over him and cuts his throat throughout. The blood drips in my eyes, in my face… I wipe them away and manage to see through my haze… Who do you think?"
"I don’t know, who?"
"My husband laughing and holding a knife… I see him cutting the wires and start to beg him to show mercy. However, my voice does not come out of my mouth. Like there’s no …show more content…
Stewart’s eyes opened wide. Her eyelids stayed motionless, as if she was living herself the scene the brown-haired woman described. She then wrote some words down. It was now seven and a half. Time had slipped unsuspecting-ly.
"In fact, here in Burlington there aren’t too many elevators. There aren’t any tall buildings," Dr. Stewart
I must be a special case for placing my dossier in the drawer and not in her cupboard along with all the others, Sheila thought to herself.
She felt again drowning. She took a small bottle of water out of her purse and drank two sips.
"What do you see in your dreams?" Dr. Stewart suddenly asked.
Sheila gulped. Her face clouded over.
"It’s been a couple of nights I’m watching the same nightmare..." she began saying, "I am trapped alone and helpless in an elevator somewhere high up, on the eightieth floor if I am not mistaken. I am trying to press the buttons in order the firefighters to come and get me out. Even though I press, I do not hear any sound. I am shouting but my voice is going astray. It is like watching a silent movie. I get the cell phone in hand and notice that there is no signal. I am moving to the corner and it is …show more content…
"While I have no hope, the elevator roof suddenly opens wide and I see the face of a very charming firefighter. He stretches his hand to grab mine, so do I, and when we touch our fingers…"
"What happens then?"
"Someone comes over him and cuts his throat throughout. The blood drips in my eyes, in my face… I wipe them away and manage to see through my haze… Who do you think?"
"I don’t know, who?"
"My husband laughing and holding a knife… I see him cutting the wires and start to beg him to show mercy. However, my voice does not come out of my mouth. Like there’s no …show more content…
Stewart’s eyes opened wide. Her eyelids stayed motionless, as if she was living herself the scene the brown-haired woman described. She then wrote some words down. It was now seven and a half. Time had slipped unsuspecting-ly.
"In fact, here in Burlington there aren’t too many elevators. There aren’t any tall buildings," Dr. Stewart