“What have you come for?” she said to the figure that appeared on her bed.
“I’ve come for you, I just can’t get you out of my head.”
“You don’t even have a head” she said as she looked at the faceless, hardly there man.
“I’ll take yours then” he said as he reached out and without any recognisable sensation, she felt her head lift away from her shoulders and fell backwards into something other than her bed.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Going?” he asked. “You’ve already gone.”
“Where have I gone?”
“Can’t you see?” he asked almost mockingly.
“See? How can I see? You’ve taken my head, I’m lost without it” she replied matter-of-factly.
“Oh yes, so you’ve said. Here..” he said as he held out a head.
“But that isn’t my head” she declared.
“Well it’s all I could find!” he said scared.
“That’s no good, I want mine!”
“Ok fine!” he shouted back.
After a short while, she could sense he’d returned. “About time!” she called out.
Her head felt quite fuzzy, and she shook out thoughts that had stuck, and then as she blinked at least three times, she discovered that she was in luck. He had returned her head from the slumber, the chamber that he often dwelled, and disappeared back into her dream, not knowing if she’d remember to tell. She opened her eyes and looked sharply at a world that she’d never seen, but she knew that she knew it meticulously, it’s the place that she’s always been. Part of her anyway.
She started to walk, not remembering to stand, and walked up the staircase, the rail in her hand, as she stepped, stepped, stepped, not knowing what she would find, as she started to realise that she’d lost her mind. It wasn’t her’s after all, but a passable trick, and now all she could wonder, was what her head must think!
Fin.