Telephone
fragment:
ache1:
that I can remember even if I am, and I don’t, you know, I think if I was I’d know about it, I’d ah
coughs
ache1:
I’d remember.
Telephone.
ache1:
No but, Skunk’s been telling me his,
when he, if he can remember them, and he told me that sometimes if he, if
something happens and he wakes up through the night and I’m sleeping? He’ll
whisper them into my ear.
Laughing.
Telephone.
ache1:
The, you know, all the, because I’m still not sleeping or, not, it’s not that
I’m not sleeping, I’m sleeping but
I’m not... My body doesn’t feel rested
when I wake up, so...
Telephone.
ache1:
No, but that’s what he’s been doing.
Laughs.
ache1:
He says he thinks it’ll kickstart my
dreams, as if he’s just giving them this little extra help or something.
The
doctor laughs.
Telephone.
ache1:
Exactly. A direct line to my subconsciousness, whispering away “and then I
climb into this enormous car and I’m naked and there’s a tree made of solid
blood”
laughing.
ache1:
Actually he told me one
Telephone.
ache1:
Sorry what’s that?
Telephone.
ache1:
No he’s, he’s at work today, they’re doing a stock-check or something, and they
have to count all the books for ahm, for... I was going to help out, ‘cause
they get other people in just to make it quicker, you know, and I’d planned to
go in but when I woke up this morning my ah my belly’s itchy, because the
skin’s all eeeuuh
flapping
her free hand around.
Telephone.
ache1:
Oh this wasn’t last night, this was,
because he was off yesterday and we slept in the afternoon a bit, and then, he
told me that the dream, he’d been, he wasn’t an infant or anything, he was the
same, grown up but, the same body so his mum must have been this giant, and he
Telephone.
ache1:
Not as often as I thought he would,
or he might do and just not tell me
about it. I don’t...
Telephone.
A
long pause. She scratches at her lower teeth; the doctor mishears this as
static.
Telephone.
ache1:
No I’m just, I’m scratching my teeth.
Telephone.
ache1:
That I do know. What I was... I was...
Telephone.
ache1:
I didn’t, I never, that just wasn’t one of the, but, you know, he knew about
the the ahm, the crayons and the writing and... I don’t know, I really don’t
know.
Telephone.
ache1:
Right, well, he, in the, he was sitting or lying in his mum’s lap, and he was,
he said he knew he was about to get
breast-fed, because he was hungry or, it was the logic of the dream, but he
knew that that was what he was there for, and his mum was wearing one of those
feeding bras, with the, with the
her
hand cupping her own fuller breast
ache1:
the flap I guess you’d call it, and
she’s just, and he said there was no indication of this coming, no staining or
or anything, but when she opens the
flap there’s blood just pouring from
her nipple.
Telephone.
ache1
(sombre): I know, but I didn’t, I think because I was just so tired and... But
he said she did, his mum opened the other
side of the bra and it was the same thing again, just this stream of blood
pouring out from her nipple, and not, he he he specifically said that her breasts weren’t deflating or getting,
shrivelling up with the loss of, because they weren’t bleeding, it wasn’t them it was, he said it looked like they were,
they were an outlet for some other source of the blood.
Telephone.
