Memory Foam

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Featured Review on this writing by hullabaloo22

For Martin, a True Friend - who came up with the original idea for the story... (18+)
Updated: 11.10.20
Photo: Rosie, asleep...

Memory Foam

 

‘Dreaming about tooth loss is scary enough….’

Rosie propped herself up in the grey bed for me and gently fingered her cherry red lip. I counted four teeth in her smile that dawn. Only four, lining her jaw. Four, where there should have been many.

Rosie, whose face was blanched with shock, tenderly felt the wide gaps in her teeth. I saw her face strain, the tension lines drawn between her arched eyebrows, the abject fear in her eyes. Her look of utter disbelief,

‘…but when you wake up to find you’ve lost your teeth…’

The curse had returned. I wanted to lie with her. To hold her tightly in my arms, stroke the wavy brown hair off her face, and kiss her. But she rolled over to her side of the bed. Her left side. The side where I never dared to venture, not since her memories came back.

She seemed dazed, confused. Her arm was bare, resting on the grey-goose duvet. Her chest was bare, all grey skin, in contrast to her frilly nightie. Her face was white with shock. She watched me with suspicion, her blank expression riddled with apprehension, as I slowly lifted our duvet.

Rosie was lying on her right arm, her long legs bent at the knees, her body curled into the foetal position. The staining in the mattress, her stain, had seeped into the bedsheet, the mattress. The stain had returned. Only it was blood-red this time, not grey, and lying in the pool of blood, were her missing teeth.

I dream, you dream, we all dream. Maybe you remember yours. Not me. But they remember them. I had an idea for a story. Something suitably weird.

It came about because Rosie bought the new mattress. When it was delivered, there was a brown stain on it, which the delivery men said they could easily get rid of with a stain remover. Rosie said no, she wanted a replacement. The replacement will take several days to arrive, and meanwhile we’re sleeping on the one that will be taken away.

Rosie remembers her dreams - which I certainly don’t! She told me about the dream she had. The night we slept on the mattress for the first time. With the brown stain. How she dreamed she lost her teeth, her mind, her life.

I scoffed at her at the time, telling her dreams don’t come true. But the loss of her teeth got me worried. Made me daydream. Knowing, she already slept on that stain, and dreamed of losing her teeth, her mind, her life.

I wondered about the consequences of someone else lying on the rejected side of the mattress: her side, where she dreamed. What if the mattress could remember Rosie’s dreams and transmit them to me by some sort of perverse osmosis? If I inadvertently rolled over, and slept on her side of the bed?

Surely that could change our dreams, even our lives, forever. I vowed, there and then, never to sleep on her side of the bed. At least, not until the delivery men had arrived. And changed the mattress.

My dream was interrupted by Rosie screaming in agony. I opened my eyes, daydream over, and stood, my jaw unhinged, flapped widest open, my nose twitching the ferric stench - by her bedside. She screamed and screamed and screamed.

Blankly, wondering what was still to come, I lifted our grey duvet. Rosie clutched at the gaping hole in her bleeding chest. Her white nightie was drenched with thick. congealed blood. The stain was there. Only, it was bright scarlet this time. Lying in the pool of blood, was her dead heart.

Oh, God, no!

I heard my love’s lungs rattle, as she expired.

*****

Two weeks earlier:

E-mail from Louisiana:

I made a rough draft of the first couple of lines, HJ, sort of in your style:

I dream…You dream…We all dream.

Maybe you remember yours. Not me!

But mattresses, they remember all of them.

Please, edit as desired.

Title: Memory Foam.

All… for now,

MF


Submitted: January 07, 2020

© Copyright 2020 HJFURL. All rights reserved.

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hullabaloo22

Wow! What a unique muse, HJ. Strange, surreal and a bit disturbing. Who knows what memories might be stored in the foam

Tue, January 7th, 2020 8:54pm

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Thank you very much Hully,
I've gone off at a slight tangent into disturbingly surreal - I hope to return to reality next week some time! This story was the idea of a scientist friend of mine who is based in the States which makes it all the more disturbing!

Tue, January 7th, 2020 2:43pm

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tom mcmullen

I'm going to sleep on the couch from now on HJ, a disturbing and original tale!

Wed, January 8th, 2020 8:18am

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Oh, no! So sorry Tom!
Thank you very much, you're an absolute star!
Very Best Wishes
HJ

Thu, January 9th, 2020 1:06am

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Sue Harris

An very dark and disturbing story, HJ, but a riveting read which held my avid interest! Nice job!

Thu, January 16th, 2020 12:00pm

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Thank you so much, Sue,
I'm down to writing short, sharp vignettes at the moment - which might explain the darkness and abrupt endings - I only have 15% vision in my right eye. Hopefully, after my op in April, normal service will be resumed! I hope to have the sequel to Is It Today? (much longer stories than current) finished in time for Christmas! Provisionally titled: Is It Love? (!)
Best Wishes
HJ

Thu, January 16th, 2020 10:35pm

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Robert Helliger

A disconcerting read HJ.
I was hard to read at times.

Tue, January 28th, 2020 5:30am

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Thank you Robert,
This, like several of my recent vignettes is a WIP.
I shall be extending, filling it but the end's a shock.
HJ

Tue, January 28th, 2020 8:38am

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Obscure

This was great, and the link between 'dreams' and 'memory foam' was ingenious. I could have read a longer story based off this concept.

Fri, February 7th, 2020 8:36pm

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Lovely to hear from you again, Obscure,
The idea came from my best friend in the States on a Christmas visit to the UK! I haven't really done it, or many of my recent stories much justice - Foam could definitely be extended with scope for more dreams. Reason being, my right eye is down to 10% vision, so I'm down to writing short sharp bursts and vignettes at the moment. I'm slowly revising & extending the most popular love (and I use that word liberally!) stories, though for Is it Love? my second book, hopefully for release next Fall, so Foam will be extended. Fingers-crossed my sight recovers after my eye op in April and I can get back to writing full length stories,
Best Wishes
HJ

Fri, February 7th, 2020 1:49pm

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Jessie Elizabeth Monaghan

I love this concept of dreams being held in the foam reminds me of dream catchers and it really talks to me

Tue, July 21st, 2020 8:35pm

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So glad you love it Jessie, I guess the dream became a nightmare in reality! Thank you so much,
Best Wishes
HJ

Tue, July 21st, 2020 2:15pm

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T. R. Elliot

gross.
couldn't stop reading, lol.
well done.

Sun, August 16th, 2020 2:41am

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thank you so much, T.R.

Sun, August 16th, 2020 3:18am

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ETHAN Writes

Excellent tale! Stunning! A thrilling work of terror! The writing is flawless & incredible! Thank you.

Mon, October 12th, 2020 2:06am

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