Hauntingly Beautiful Girls

"The Empress's New Clothes"

Eighteen hours. That date ended eighteen hours ago.

I have done nothing but write since then. I tried to write chapters for stories I have planned out, but I could only write about her.

Eight chapters about her. I just finished that last one. A theme based on the words 'had begun". When she sat at the table, removed her sunglasses and our gazes met. That was when it 'had begun'. A life tie, which might end up destroyed.

What a fool. What an idiot, I am. I compared here to an 11 course meal! Like she was too much! She is perfect.

And then right out the door (with a slam).

A succubae appears physically in the room: "Hey, you have been up for days. There is a little matter that is not going as planned. I want you to write a message to her. Tell her everything you have done since the date. Then send it to your own message box."

It does not take long. My thoughts for her had been the only thing I could think about.

When I finished, the succubae looked at the message sent back to myself.

"Put the laptop down. You will need to sleep. Get out of those clothes and slip into bed."

I am overtired. I can feel it. In bed, I see the succubae sitting on the top of the bookcase next to the headboard.

"You will sleep fully and for a long time. I am going to tell you a story. It will help you sleep.

It is about empresses and beautiful girls.

It is a story that is true in plot. The main character is a man just like you. Skilled in writing. He travels on acceleration based spacecraft to many worlds and writes about them. He lives on a different plane of existence where that type of thing is more common. Spaceships rushing along to stars in the dense galactic cores.

He was working on a story idea and wanted something from his luggage. He and a bursar went to the luggage stores and found his bags.

The incredibly fast moving spaceship encountered a long length of comet's trail. A small mass to be sure, but enough in length to cause a bump.

The writer found himself under many large boxes.

Damaged organs, cracked ribs, and a blow to the head (injuring this brain within).

He woke up in a place that he recognized as not being in the space ship.

He was in a bed with legs and arms held away.

A woman, he could not see, was washing a painful area on his side.

'Oh good' she says. Telling him that sedation and restraints had been in place. He is healing nicely, but should avoid moving.

Signs of dried blood are on the wash cloth, and she switches to a clean one to wipe a sore spot on his head.

She is a lovely young woman. Medical attire that covers all but the face and hands.

She switches to a moist soft cleaning block and wipes my body under the sheet. Where she holds the sheet to prevent herself from seeing my body.

She then moves towels onto my body while holding back the bed sheet.

She pulls all the sheets away and brings new ones. After they are placed, she pulls away the towels.

'How do I feel? Better? Now that I am cleaned and have clean sheets?'

I felt cold, so I tell her.

'Oh Yes, a common thing with the limbs held back. Heat loses.'

She brings a warm blanket which helps. About a minute later she brings a second blanket. I do get warm and my shivers fade.