You got the jitters You are scared of trains buses planes Osama Bin Laden kids that kick bottles on the street the pimple that's growing on your foot next week's deadlines war bankruptcy mugging the woman you sit next to cats and dogs the London underground failure six-inch beards. On Sunday evenings something gnaws at your stomach as you eat, when you sleep the pain gets worse. So you eat more, laugh, make plans, sleep with people. You buy house in the country (it's safe there) an Audi TT Apple Mac leather sofas a conservatory swimming pool. But on Sunday evenings you feel like you might be sick. You play golf, ride horses, take up jogging, join aqua-aerobics. You host dinner parties and get quietly obliterated. On Sunday evenings your gut wrenches, it's being spooned out like a strawberry yoghurt. You're scared of the wrinkles under your eyes greyness in your roots yellow in your skin veins you can see on your legs that chunk of lard on your arse. You buy a hi-fi something from Prada a few magazines your favourite perfume a therapist. You join a yoga class buy new lino for the kitchen an automated garage and a DVD player for the kids. You buy brand-new everything you eat organic food but you're sick more often these days. You're scared of AIDS BSC CJD Anthrax old people the wrong shampoo. You take up trampolining origami you get a life-counsellor you start painting watercolours. One Sunday evening you vomit in your bed. You had a nightmare. You dreamt of a big black pit where you walked and walked. You heard a bat you think and the scream of a child. You couldn't see a wall or a way out, the ground was shaky you remember that. You knew someone would come along, if you walked for long enough, yes, someone would come along. You really did walk for a while and your knees were shaking then you began to cry because there was nothing. You lifted your head up to scream but nothing came. Just the pungent liquid that streamed from your mouth and caked the hollow of your neck. (c) Alicia Buller 2002
	Alicia Buller An AnotherSun favourite, she works as a writer inside a large multinational.