Dreams

8

Kevin tiredly turned the doorknob, walking into his room. He'd had a long shift today, and after walking around doing all the vacuuming, his legs were dead tired.

Probably because my dirty pair of shoes barely have a sole.

He really should've asked Mom and Dad for a new pair of shoes, so he could make his current good pair into his dirty pair, but he didn't feel like asking for anything. Not while he was doing so bad in his classes.

Kevin closed the door behind him, slowly pulling off his shoes, and changing into some more relaxing clothes. When he finally was changed, he almost instinctively locked the door.

He fell into his bed, dreading the stupid English paper he needed to finish. But that was due at midnight, and he could wait.

Kevin relished the softness of his bed, and the fact that tomorrow was Saturday.

As he fell into his usually nightly habits, he felt thoughts creeping. He thought of the mermaid baloon. He thought of some TG art once that had shown someone turning into Ariel.

No! No. He wasn't giving in.

Kevin squirmed in his bed. He wasn't... giving... in....

He tried to think of scriptures. Of hymns. He tried to just distract himself with thinking about things he liked.

But while doing this, his stupid, scatter-brained mind couldn't decide what he wanted to think about.

The image of Ariel on that balloon appeared again. He began to think of his collection of things that aroused him.

No.... no... he couldn't give in. But... maybe, if he checked the discord for his dead account, and saw there were no new messages, maybe then he'd be satisfied. He could see that there wasn't anything for him to give in to.

He subconsciously felt himself going to the app, and then typing in the old username.

A message came up saying the account had been deleted, asking if he wanted to restore the account.

He tapped restore.

The list of his old servers and conversations came up. He was hoping nothing would be there to grab his attention. Instead there were many red notification icons.

He slowly, achingly, began to check through the servers.

Not much was there. Most of the notifications were addressed to everyone in the sever, and didn't have much to offer him.

There, he thought, nothing of interest. You can close this, and delete the account again.

Then he looked at his DMs. There was a single notification. It was from a girl he'd met in discord server about mermaids.

UrbanMermaid:
Hi
I haven't seen much of you lately! I've been sad!
😥

Kevin stared at the screen. He needed to close his phone right now. But she seemed sad... and he was leaving her hanging...

He was rationalizing. He was trying to come up with reasons to stay in this dangerous place.

Kelpy:
hi

He typed it. He was simultaneously fearful and excited that she might respond.

Kevin browsed social media for a bit. He checked back at discord. No response.

The pressure in him. It was building. It couldn't be ignored.

His mind began to drift. It began to think of other ways to give in.

His deviantart account. Where he had tons of TG art collected. Maybe... maybe he could just check if the people he was following had updated their work.

And there was that one user who barely had any fans. Who was always so happy to see his comments on their art...

There was plenty waiting for him when he opened the account. And that user that had come to mind... they'd made a very nice little TG comic...

Kevin felt the constricting feeling of his pants very acutely. He was getting more and more hard. It was so... so... enticing...

And he gave up.

He decided he was going to do it, and got a sock ready, and took off his pants.

As soon as he began thinking about it, he started coming up with ideas for something he could do. The mermaid dream he'd had came to his mind.

He thought of the beautiful mermaid he'd been.

And so, Kevin got out his sketchpad, and began to draw.