The Wicked Coffee Nightmare Finally Begins

Lauren simply lay there snuggled amongst her vast array of squashy pillows and oversized duvet adorning her bed, desperately attempting to get sleep come and visit her.

Definitely not happening any time soon.

She’d tried that old trick she had used which her mum told her about when she was a little girl back at home. You know, the one with the sheep who insanely attempted jumping over that stupid gate but never seemed to come to an ending, so she would just fall asleep purely through boredom anyway. Anyway, she was twenty-seven now, and that old sheep trick hardly ever worked anyway.

Those sheep had long ago given up on her.

“Ahh well,” she thought to herself, “it’ll be my fault for drinking all those mugs of coffee earlier, but that bloke I went out with earlier today bored me to tears, the only relief I had was to drink coffee and visit the toilet… that, at least gave me a break from his pathetic droning's.”

The night was far too quiet, the damn house was too quiet, she needed something, anything, just something she could focus on so she could fall asleep. All that was spinning through her mind right now was how she’d dripped her last mug of coffee up the stairs earlier tonight as she was heading up to her bedroom, and constantly telling herself that she really should clean the carpet, so the damn coffee wouldn’t stain the carpet.

“Aargh, no wonder I can’t get to sleep, not if I’m worrying about the stain to the carpet, God, can I not just ignore the damn thing just for once?” Lauren turned her head, burying herself deeper into her already beaten up pillows and closed her eyes one more time.

The silence was more deafening that ever before yet there she was, finally fast asleep and snoring. Obviously the silence no longer annoyed her as she had fallen into slumber. But, blimey, the whole house would have been woken by her snoring bawls, if she had anyone living in her house with her anymore. Her past girlfriend had given up on her, walked out on her simply because she could no longer sleep in the same bed as her for her incessant growling snorts she made.

Lauren jumped in her sleep, seemingly awake, alert, and suddenly terrified by the hullabaloo that was carrying on outside her window of the bedroom. Hurriedly she literally fell out of bed and rushed to peek from behind the curtains to try and see what was happening outside that could be making such a clamor. If her ex had been around, Ellen, she would probably have been overjoyed by the raucous noises out there that had immediately interrupted Lauren’s unremitting snoring!

Out there in the street below presented such a fearful sight indeed. What seemed to resemble a brown liquid was rapidly flowing, visibly advancing in its (whatever it really was) depth which had already risen above the top of Lauren’s four steps that led up to her front door, and getting deeper as the minutes were passing by- the weird brown-looking liquid would soon be seeping into her own house, let alone all the many other houses and buildings that adorned the street.

Then it came, to start with it was a single thin bright red beam that appeared out of nowhere from the skies above, striking not the houses or the buildings, but the beam appeared to be penetrating the lower ground levels instead.

Lauren quickly threw on some clothes, that the night before had been chucked in a heap on the floor next to her bed and hurriedly made her way downstairs. As she stepped off the bottom step her feet felt wet and cold, she couldn't find her socks so had just rushed down in her bare feet, and now wished that she hadn’t and had found her shoes too, as she became aware of the splooshing sounds as her feet touched what was the carpet, now deluged in flowing brown-tinged viscous fluid that had now made its way under the door of her house.

Without warning there was another blinding redlight that once again, did not explode as expected upon the houses around, but appeared to pass straight through the outer walls seemingly in search of something elsewhere within them.

But what? What now began to resemble powerful red strobe lights, were occurring much faster and more often now, the timings between each beam quickened in their intensity. Suddenly Lauren could make out where they were going. Each shot of the beams could now be seen to be permeating the kitchen area.

It simply made no ounce of sense whatsoever.

The brown mushy substance that was covering the ground floor was visibly rising, Lauren began to wade carefully through it, it was nothing like trying to wade through any swimming pool that she though it may be like, no, but more it was sticky and glue-like, every conscious effort to further her steps felt very much like squelching through treacle. Eventually she made it through into the kitchen area though, searching, waiting, for something that could give her some idea as to where the beams were heading.

Lauren didn’t have to wait much longer for the next blast coming from wherever it had, as it abruptly bathed an a entire corner of her kitchen in a crimson hue as she stood watching it in pure disbelief.

Lauren was beginning to feel desperately cold and dizzy from the sticky fluid levels swashing around her, as it started to rise far more rapidly now. From, as if out of nowhere she could here a deep booming sterile, non-descript voice, “we have watched you all on this planet for years now, treating our race of Cofeans in such abominable ways, boiling us, dripping us on your carpets, and slurping us in such ways we find utterly unacceptable to us. We will destroy you pathetic, puny humans and those ridiculous containers you force us into, and remove each and every one of your jars that you call them, release every Cofean that you have imprisoned and destroy what is left of you.”

Lauren was so dizzy now that she felt her legs collapse from under her, the last thing she remembered was the thick brown sticky fluid engulfing her completely. Her vision went totally black, and all her memories stopped right there.

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07:00hrs. The young woman awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright in her bed, her duvet had somehow been discarded in a crumpled pile on the bedroom floor, with pillows having followed suit. Her entire body was drenched in sweat and her head felt like she was hung over from too much booze from the night before. She remembered finally getting to sleep eventually but nothing else. Lauren scrambled from her bed and over to the window, where the bright morning sunlight was creeping through already. Everything looked okay, people were busying with their cars, getting ready for their day’s work ahead. The grounds were completely dry, no signs of any gunk having enveloped them overnight. The overhead skies were a vibrant blue with not a single cloud to be seen.

She let out a chuckle to herself, heavily breathing a sigh of relief. It must simple have been one of those strange, awful dreams she had been having lately.

Choosing to go downstairs with a massive grin spreading across her face from end-to-end, she headed for her perfectly orderly and tidy kitchen, headed for the worktop, flicking the switch on the kettles to brew her favorite morning mug of coffee.

Lauren reached her left arm up to the cupboard where the coffee jar was stored.

She suddenly froze just before she pulled open the door.

Was any of last night real, or was it simply a bad dream?

Either way, she settled for a cup of tea that morning.

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