Captured

I had a dream they finally caught us. I was sharing an epiphany with my Dearly Beloved, and they caught us, right there, in our safe haven. And would you believe it, Mr. Charrington was an officer of the Thought Police! It was such a terrible dream; they hit Julia and she was writhing on the ground. I could not help her. There was nothing I could do to help her. What a miserable dream it was, with such helplessness and fear. They had clubs, and they led us away, apart from each other. There was no sign I could give Julia to provide her with comfort. The worst of it is, I know it will come true. We are, after all, already dead. It’s that dread now, that’s killing me. It’s the horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that I know it’s coming and every time I see Julia, it comes a step closer. What horrible fear.