Chapter 49 forty eight bernard

Funny dream.weird. I'm at home, in bed with Queenie.She lies next to me.sleeping.Very peaceful.Wrap it warm.Suddenly I heard the sound of an airplane.an airplane.single engine.A low hum.Sounds a bit like bluebottles (extremely slow bluebottles).I watched the trajectory of the plane pass over my head.Follow the sound.Gaze across the bedroom ceiling.Go over the chasm that looks like the arc of the Thames.Past the debris from that hunk of plaster that had fallen from our near miss last time.Over roses on the ceiling and bare light bulbs that sway with the vibrations.Somehow I knew it was a Japanese soldier's plane.Japanese combat pilots fly over Earl Lane.Maybe it is.It's never going to happen, I know, but it's a dream.

The noise of the kite suddenly stopped.I realized he was coming towards me.The bedroom door opened slowly.But I can't move.Paralyzed.Even my eyeballs got stuck, watching the door move inch by inch.Then he appeared.That Japanese soldier.I saw his head first, and then he was standing in the open door frame.He's like the Japanese in the cartoon.little man.Big glasses, small eyes, protruding teeth, ears like crock handles.He wore a pointy gray hat and they all used to do that.This guy looks funny, but I know Japanese soldiers are no fun at all.The suspicious thing is: he smiles at me.very friendly.

I want to shoot him.assassinate him.Raid him.Push his face and slam it into the ground.But he was still smiling, so I started thinking: Oh well, maybe he's not that bad.Then I saw a flash of his sword.The light snapped the sword in a flash.I know we are in danger.But suddenly Queenie sat up from the bed, turned to the door, looked straight into the Japanese soldier's eyes and said: Hello.That's it.Hello.It's like talking to a neighbor.Hello.It was as if she had known him all her life.Hello, come in.And I woke up right then.