Golden Robe - Part 1

The room was solid dark with an exception of table lamp illuminating a circle of one metre diameter, on a bed side table. The room exhibited Victorian style even in its minimal visibility. Closer to the side table, at the corner of the bed, was a girl, sitting still, staring at the lamp shade. She was wearing a golden satin robe. Her hair was open and her face shone as bright as her robe. A hand stretched out and touched her from behind. Her eyes widened and she smiled. The hand pulled her robe down. Her face turned pink and her hands went across her chest. The hand slowly caressed up her spine and clenched the hair just above her neck. When she turned to her right, she saw the hand moving gently over the right shoulder. The hand was horrible with oozing tumours, scaly skin, darkened nails and looked ghosty. She was frightened to death and screamed out of fear. When she opened her eyes, Mythili realised it was just a dream, a very bad dream indeed. She was sweating profusely and her throat dried up. It was 12.30 am. She drank some water and managed to get some sleep.