I smell soap! Why do I smell soap? I'm writing a story on ABCtales and I keep smelling soap! Now I am looking over my shoulder at myself typing.
It must be a dream.
A little boy is outside a window making a clicking noise.
He has a red shirt on and black pants. he's banging two rocks together and looking at an old silver car parked by a tree. God, why do I keep smelling that soap.
Now I am in another place! I'm looking over someone else's shoulder. Wow, I am typing my dream on the screen!
Who are you, hey who are you? You can't hear me can you? You don't smell like soap but I still smell that soap!
This dream is getting stranger and watching someone read a story as I type it is really out there. Oh, there is the soap.
I'm in a bathroom now. There's a man standing at the sink with a bar of soap in his left hand. He's wiping his face with a towel. No, he is smelling the towel.
Now I am back looking over your shoulder, whoever you are.
The clicking is getting louder. The little boy must be walking this way. Can you hear him yet? Get up and see if he is outside.
Why am I talking, when I can just type to you. I wish I knew your name. Is there someone in your bathroom?
This soap thing is driving me crazy and I want to wake up! It is so strong that it is nauseating. You are reading like the story is already there.
I am seeing it on your screen as I write it. Well, here I am, back in the bathroom. He is still smelling the towel. Now he is reaching his hand in his pants pocket. That's a big knife!
He is using the soap like a sharpening stone, sliding it back and forth slowly. I can barely see his face in the mirror but I can see the wetness of tears in the red shadows of his eyes.
What a dream I'm having!
Now I am back to you.
Are you sure that nobody is in your bath room? I keep skipping around. Did you check for the little boy? Oh great, now I am floating towards the car! I think it's a Ford or, well I don't know. All cars look the same to me.
This is freaky!
There you are in the back seat! Why are you asleep with soap in your mouth?
Oh.....you are not asleep.
There is the little boy again, clicking his rocks and he is crying now. He is walking slowly around the car. He is singing. He is singing that old lullaby,"Hush Little Baby."
He's singing...."Hush little baby, don't you cry...mother's going to rock you till you die."
I hear the little boy clicking the rocks and singing but I can't see him anymore.
Back to you now! Are you sure you can't hear him?
Maybe it is nothing but please check your bathroom.
I know it is just a dream but this is turning into a nightmare! Now I am back with soapy guy. He is getting harder to see.
There is a streak of dim light on his face.
Wow.....the soap is caked in his eyebrows and all over his nose and lips!
He is breathing hard through his nose and a drip of clear snot is going in and out. His eyes remind me of a hurt animal I saw one time. He looks as if he is waiting to come out.
OH MY GOD! He was in the bathroom, he is in your closet! Get out! Get out now!
