Suddenly it was dark, warm and tight. Where was I? And where was granny?
I did not know where I was, but it was good. Much better that the nightmare that I was having.
Slowly, very slowly, the small denominated metallic token of financial value found its way downwards. I was in my own bed with two women wrapped ever so tightly around me.
They said nothing, they didn’t have to. They did what was necessary to stop me screaming, to crash me out of the awful dream, and bring me back to this planet.
This is where I belong: dark, warm and tight, between granny and Mrs Fulltrain.