Portal to the Feminine Dimension
Portal to the Feminine Dimension
She paces down the passageway in her frayed slippers wondering why she is there. She is singing one of Verdi’s arias to herself. The hall is dark and the doors on either side of her are locked. Diane finds her way to her room and unlocks the door. She enters and takes off her flimsy hospital robe.
She could never have imagined ten years ago that she would ever have worn bed clothes all day. She lies in the bed in a swoon remembering bygone days and staring at the dripping water coming from the dark spot in the ceiling. Diane wonders how anyone could be so insensitive as to warehouse human beings like so much obsolete merchandise. She looks over at her picture in the Newport Opera festival of 1989 and can’t recognize the person lying in the bed in the picture.
Soon a nurse knocks on the door and Diane mumbles “Come in.”
The nurse stands at the doorway for a moment and a passing nurse says to her, “Time for her vitamin H.”
Diane’s nurse says, “Yea, but I really feel sorry
for her. You know she was a really great singer. It’s amazing what can happen to people. Really sad.”
The passing nurse stops at the doorway to Diane’s room and says, “Catherine, you really need to maintain more professional distance. You’re getting too emotionally involved with this woman. I see you bring her magazines and food every day. Maybe you’ll have to be reassigned.”
Catherine says, “No please don’t tell anyone. You know I’m a professional.”
The other nurse says, “I am afraid I have to report what I see. That’s my job.” Then she walks on with her orthopedic shoes clogging on the hard tiled floor.
Catherine walks into the dark room. She says, “Hi Diane. I have something very important to tell you today.”
Diane looks up from her drugged state and said, “What, am I going to be singing at Carnegie Hall soon?”
Catherine says, “They may try to take me away
from you, but I won’t let that happen.”
Diane pulls her close and says, “So what are we
going to split this joint?”
Catherine caresses Diane’s forehead and says, “Yes exactly. But there’s something we have to do first.”
Diane says, “How am I going to make it without my medicine? Have they discovered a cure for schizophrenia?”
Catherine pulls back the covers revealing Diane’s naked body and lies down beside her. Catherine says, “I have a cure for not only your illness, but life’s greatest problem.”
Diane laughs and runs her fingers through Catherine’s scalp. She says, “Good sex can cure just about anyone’s blues.”
Catherine wraps her legs around Diane’s thigh and says, “What I have in mind will really blow your mind.”
Diane kisses Catherine on the lips and said, “My mind’s already blown. But I am ready my dark mistress of the night.”
Catherine strokes Diane’s most intimate areas with the deftness of a virtuoso violinist. Soon Diane is in the throes of ecstasy. Their sweat mingles and the smell of female musk fills the air. Then Catherine strikes Diane’s neck like a rattle snake, biting deep into her jugular. Diane feels a sudden release of energy like a nuclear explosion. All of her suffering and pent up pain implodes and explodes in a dazzling burst of light and heat. Diane feels Catherine’s thoughts enter her mind and hears her soft voice whisper, “I love you.”
Diane feels clarity of thought she hasn’t felt in years. Her mind comes into focus. The doctors can’t understand how she had been cured. Catherine and Diane live together in Catherine’s apartment and passerby frequently hear heavenly music mixed with moans of passion emanate from the upstairs room.