This Morning's Short Dream

The small house sat on a cliffside, well, more like it sat down the cliff. The canyon far below was too lush. It had the unmistakable stink of over crowded vegetation long past its prime. The house itself was permeated with the same foul odor. So much so that bits of the inner walls flaked off in your fingers like a dead sponge.

The pitiful light from the lone forty watt bulb in the table lamp did nothing to dissuade the almost darkness. That is how the psychopath snuck up on me. His first trip in I do not clearly remember. The needle was thin and impossibly long. It should have come out the other side of my neck as he plunged it through the skin. I awoke naked, in a filthy sleeping bag. Thanking God and a host of other entities that I was still alive, it was decided that now was the time to load up on caffein to dredge out the remaining effects of the drug.

Why didn't I lock the door?

As the mostly useless door swung open, I was shocked to see not the psychopath, but instead the beautiful Mi' chelle. Black hair, black dress, black heels, skin so white you could see through it. Those gorgeous pale legs were three times too long for an actual human, but I didn't care. I had to have those legs wrapped around my shoulders, and quick.

She smiled, reached her hand up and turned my chin to the room behind me. The psychopath held up the impossibly long needle. I do not clearly remember his second trip in.
POSTED BY JACQ AT 8:01 AM