A very great awaking
I carefully opened my eyes. From above bright light shone down on me. As I sat up, every muscle in my body ached. Next to me were ridiculous, flashing devices, announced the beep sounds. Except for these devices and a bed on which I was in, the room was empty. The floor was undoubtedly on plastic, as were the walls. I could not classify the smell of the room, still suffers. Suddenly I heard hurried footsteps outside my room. They came closer and I lay down again. I closed my eyes and shortly afterwards the door was opened and several people entered the room.
"Her condition has improved a lot," said a female voice. "When can she go home?" A deeper, but also female voice asked. "I guess tomorrow, but I will clarify exactly. Until then, your daughter needs rest, "replied the higher voice." Good. Thank you and goodbye, "said a gentleman's voice. The temptation to take a look was too big, but I controlled myself. Who were these strangers in my room? What was I doing here? What was going on here? "Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Mayrill," replied the higher voice. Before they left me, someone had given me a kiss on the forehead, and I had to tear myself together so as not to draw a caricature. In any case, it smelled better now in the room, the one of the people had a good perfume sprayed on.
When I was really sure that no one was there, I opened my eyes again and looked around. Everything was as before. The fatigue washed over me and I fell asleep instantly.
As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night.
Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him.
Can you be friends with the monster under your bed?
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"Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous.
His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area.
"Please," I whispered.
Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.