he dreamed of naughty schoolgirls sounds nice huh 

                                                          a game they played a game of catch  he had to catch them they ran

they ran from the front lawn up broad painted wood stairs and disappeared into a French Colonial house through enormous wideopen doubled entry doors   

when he reached the expansive foyer they had disappeared but in the warm moist air he could yet smell their soft scents their talcum 

a schoolgirl peeped upstairs  he ascended following her voice  

he didnt understand her wordswhat she said  she goaded him   

he was nervous and excited and he breathed high in his chesthis breaths keeping his pounding heart company

he followed her voice up the stairs   

he walked on the balcony overlooking the great room doors off it lead to bedrooms

her voice emitted from the fourththe last bedroom at the end of the balcony

he stood in its doorway

                         looking right he saw gay motes dance in the setting sunlight which entered through a bank of windowpanes the panes throwing long exaggerated crosses on the white linen of a huge bed  to the left of the windows was a doorway a walk-in closet  and in the doorway receded inside it by barely a step the failing sunlight diagonally sliced illuminated half of the schoolgirls body

he saw her shiny black patent leather shoes a single strap atop each foottoes turned in white cotton anklet socks tawny calves knees thighs the plaid fabric of her skirtshe lurched against the doorjambfrightening him  then she rolled pinioned off the jamb falling towards the bedblood lashing its linenblood spent up the wall arcing she fell into the bedroom heavily headlessTHAT woke him THAT popped his eyes wide THAT made him afraid to blink or shut his eyes THAT

THAT

THAT 

       was going to make for a difficult morning difficult reveries a taunting schoolgirl decapitated   where was her head

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