Terms of Endearment. by Marita. 1/14/99.

I was wondering what it would be like to have a glass ceiling. At first my ceiling was flat, but I decided I wouldn't want to be able to see the dust gathering, so my ceiling became slanted. I was lying in bed, admiring the view. Then people started to walk by the ceiling "window." There were a few homeless people who were friendly and waved to me. I waved back. But then some guys with huge guns came and pointed them at me. Before they could shoot, the police arrived behind them, telling them to drop their weapons. They didn't. The police shot them, but the bullets went through my ceiling, and one guy fell through, alive and well. Some other girl was in my room, helping me to fight this guy. I was pretty scared, but we managed to trap this guy in a mirror with the help of magic. But as soon as he's trapped, she wants to release him. Apparently she's hot for him. I asked her if she was out of her mind, that he would try to hurt her if she released him. She was already freeing him. As soon as the top half of his body came out, he took out a knife. But she was ready for him, and took it away.

(c) 1999 Marita; though who would attempt to steal a dream is beyond me.