I Had a Dream

I crept into the solid white house on the corner of mimosa Dr. and mimosa plaza. I arrived late in the afternoon drenched in sweat to meet my dear friend Julia Wallace. After brief hesitation to hyperventilate in order to revert my oxygen count back to homeostasis, I knocked gently on the bright white door. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to more minutes, and the door remained motionless. I lofted my hand and knocked on the door viciously, pounding my knuckles on the hard wooden door. As my knuckles met the wood for the second time the door swung open. It was unlocked. I walked into the deserted house calling out Julia's name. No one answered, after much circumspection, I noticed the house was empty, no walls except for the four fortifying the inside, no dressers, no counters, nothing. the only thing in the house was Julia's dead grandmaw laying half naked on the white floor. I stepped back in terror and let out a forcefully pacified yelp. As I Turned to run I heard the door open and slammed closed. In and around the corner came a man holding a gun. "Stop right there!" he shouted. I froze petrified over Julia's grandmaw's dead body. As the figure came out from the darkness, I recognized him to be my good friend Hatim Alyamani. "Hatim I'm so glad to see you! We have to call the cops this woman is--"
He cut me off saying, "My name isn't Hatim, it's lieutenant Fisher and I am the cops."
"Stop playing around Hatim," I pushed "We need to do something about this."
My name isn't Hatim! And I am going to do something." After that being said Hatim yanked my arms together violently and ferociously clamped them with handcuffs. After being escorted out side, the bright light pierced my eyes looking sown to rid my eyes from the bright sun, I met eyes with Julia. In that brief second I saw her mouth the words, "Your and asshole."