The feeling of fingers tickling my skin awaken me.
I am home, in bed, away from him.
Today was my day off away from him.
No work, no anything.
It felt refreshing to have some distance,
Some time to myself.
Looking around nothing is amiss.
It’s strange to have felt something so real.
Hours later, I’m panting and scratching anything in sight.
Chains are pulling me down, making me feel heavy.
I feel those fingers again.
Whole hands are touching my bare thigh,
Move up molding my breasts,
Tangling up in my long hair.
It all feels so good and real.
My sense of smell catches a whiff of his cologne.
Its addicting and I take big breathes of air, to capture it.
As I take my last bid breathe, I feel full.
I feel sick, I feel suffocated. I claw at my sides.
Something is wrong.
Chains are hurting my wrists, my ankles.
Cutting into the skin.
All I feel is pain, chocking.
Struggling to wake up,
I am sick to my core.
After feeling something cold,
Feeling someone shake me,
Someone touching me,
I finally break free.
I am awaken by him.
He’s here looking at me,
I don’t know if I am dreaming,
Now….
Before….
Or maybe I am just in a nightmare.
