Alice stormed into her room. Face red and wet from the bike ride home. Slamming the door behind her she dropped her bag onto the floor with a thud. There was silence for a moment before she walked furiously towards her nightstand. She opened the drawer and shuffled through her belongings until she found the cassette tape.

‘Dreaming of you’ was written in blue ink now smudged from her wet hands.

She held onto it for a moment before violently throwing it against the wall in front of her. Breaking the case open. Tape flickering about in the dark room lit by the moon. She screamed and lifted her hands as she tossed the lamp off the nightstand. The glass shattered into several small pieces.

“You son of a bitch!”, she grimaced under her breath as she picked up the metal fixture that once held the lamp together. Welding the new weapon she walked to the bathroom and before she could see herself she shattered the glass and letting out a cathartic scream.

Glass sprayed over the counter and the floor. She sobbed and looked at her fractured face in the mirror. Like a dream that was too difficult to recall.