That very same night, she had the feeling of being unleashed and welcoming yet odd; she was frightened to even close her eyes, but her bed was her oasis. She had always had a little sparkle of joy before falling asleep. She was that way from childhood. Her bed was her favorite thing, and it made her as happy as any other treatment. And when her thoughts became nonsense and more fascinating, she knew she was falling asleep. Now all she had to do was let go.
Someone sneaked into her bed and crawled their hand into her nightgown, near her perfect mountains. He heard her gasp when he sucked one of her buds. He didn't care if anyone could hear her moaning in his name outside her bedroom. Besides, he just needed a release.
"God! Mr. Walton, stop it! " She tried to push him away, but he automatically slid his hand through her nightgown and touched her where it was wet and moist. Their emotions were on high, and before they knew it, they began to kiss passionately. As they kissed gently with their eyes shut. He heard her little moan, whispering to him to go even further. Mr. Walton ran his hands through her nightgown and pulled it apart. For a second, they parted their lips and looked into each other's eyes. There was something so disarming about seeing her naked.
There's a vulnerability in her eyes that he can't resist. His eyes traveled from her face to her collar bone, delicate in the semi-darkness, then to her breasts. Without lingerie, they sit lower, more real, less close together, each so perfect and molded to their form. He didn't linger too long, just long enough for him to see how marvelous she was to him. He wanted to look into her eyes, and his hands could tell him the rest.He heard her little moan that she wanted to conceal yet couldn't. She was soft and her breasts were so warm and responsive to the touch. As soon as his hand was upon them, their kisses shifted, becoming richer and more luscious. She wanted him inside her now. She could almost feel the moisture running down from her core.
Mr. Walton was tasting her, licking every inch of her flesh, making her moan and whimper for more. She was beyond saving now. She wanted more. Then suddenly, everything went black. She was shivering from the cold as she landed on the cold mountain.
Unlike the earlier dreams, these new dreams she was having now were different. His sword found a sanctuary in her rib cage, forcing its way into her precious heart. That strain again! Oh please, not this time! It stings so badly! It's unbearable. Nothing hurts more than the look in his eyes, his contempt visible as his mouth tightens in a grin.A hollow, broken shell! The bitterness! The eye of a lover free from suffering. Bile surged through her throat as she glimpsed a broad smile extend into a jeer. In that moment, she knew her face had paled. But why?
WHY? The fuck I'm here and not on the bed, moaning and screaming Mr. Walton's name? Aghh!
The roaring winds were chilly and awful in a rage against the winter blasts. The clear skies were silent and the quantity of snow that had been blown in this way was a pile-up. That memory, with him stabbing her heart, puzzled her as every time it crossed into her deepest thought, she could feel the pain as it was so real that somehow she thought maybe it happened and not just here in the Land of Nod. It goes in and out of her thoughts as the wind blows, chilling her face. Who was this man?
As she walked, she felt something familiar within her, something tingling. Sinister but welcoming.
She comes to a sudden stop, as a scent
Lingering in the open, an essence she was all too familiar with, like a fresh flower! She tilted her nose in the air, closing her eyes, allowing it to lead her where the whiff was getting stronger.
When it's the strongest, she stops and opens her views; she was standing in front of the enormous tree with icy draping branches, and the underside was a large, superman-style pajama and some nice-looking butt cheeks. "SUGAR IN MY COFFEE," she thought. Wait.
A body?
A man?
Is that him?
Is that Mr. Dickhead Walton?
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Sean was awake, and beyond amazing, he was alarmed, and something deadly bit his arm. Where did he get that ugly-looking poisonous bite?
Catherine was beyond surprised. How on earth? Why is he here? In the Land of Nod? Where is Cold Mountain?Is this why she dreamt of him earlier in his bed? How is this possible?
Sean regained his senses and his reasoning, unable to believe or fathom what had just happened. He spoke up but found no words. He was determined to move towards something, as if to make a point, but felt too weak to even raise a finger. He took a deep breath and thought again. He gave it another effort to better comprehend this bizarre event.
Sean shrieked and released all of his pent-up emotions of fright, erupting in a series of angry barbs.
What the heck's going on? Where the hell am I? Oh, God! As far as I can remember, I was just sleeping on my bed. " He snapped and trailed off. His voice was breathless. His eyes were already closing. He tried to stay focused.
He looked over and turned towards her, this woman in his dream. Was Catherine?
He was more than surprised that she'd have the guts to look amused.
She stared at him, speechless even. She came to stand in front of him, her silky blond hair blown by the wind and her big brown eyes so innocent and yet confused. He thinks to himself, was this a hallucination? How could she seem so real and beautiful at the same time?
Catherine shifted her face.
"I have no idea." Chuckling, her eyes bore into him.
Then, shocked alarm changed her gaze as he wondered why, until he recognized that she had been gaping at his clothes, up and down, and was laughing. Her laughter was so free and pure, so innocent despite her adult years. It occurred to his ears as a tickle and bounce-and only a flimsy heart could do anything but join in such a considerable laugh.
Suddenly, he realized he was in his unfashionable open-neck shirt and superman pajamas, and at that moment, he knew he was beyond embarrassed.
And at the moment, the embarrassment was immense, and he could have hidden, as a child might have, but it was a chance to own it and show that he was more grown-up than all that. With the inner strength of a superhero, he had dismissed her laughter.
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You think this is funny? Wasn't this what they call "hallucination with fun?"
"It's not supposed to be entertaining!" He protested, watching the woman half-smiling this time, running a hand through his hair to smooth it out as much as possible. He hates it when the wind messes it up.
When he was done adjusting himself, he bent down over her. Then he leaned into her ears, then whispered. Don't forget, I'm still your boss, Catherine.
"Oh common, relax. Take a deep breath, in and out, in and out, "she smirked." Never taking her eyes that were full of energy,
His hunger for her lips increased at the sight of them. He wanted to devour her.
Wait, what kind of dream was this? making him a poetHe thought.
Following her stupid suggestion, he asked himself, "Is he even here?" Or was this all just a figment of his imagination?
How did he end up here? Is he just a character plucked from his deepest fantasies? A creation of his unconscious mind? He asked himself.
Call it whatever you choose... " She shrugged, then trailed off, "I'm tired and cold. I don't want to deal with any drama right now, but maybe you are correct! "
Maybe this is real? Believe me, besides, I have been here often, and trust me, I could walk on this terrain if I needed to. " She smirked. "Or maybe Mr. Walton, you are in my dreams."
He stares at her, eyes blurring. He glances at her, looks at her. This was all just too odd for him. Something was strange.
But don't fret, your confusion will be gone when you wake up, anyway! You won't remember a thing. " She added.
He was still in a confused state of shock and could not even muster anger.
"Are you certain? But if this is our dream, or I don't know....." it aroused his curiosity. How can I talk to you so vividly? I have never had such an experience before! "
"Bet you haven't," she retorts back while trying to fight the numbness in her soft hands.
You realize this is a dream, don't you? None from the real-world that I knew of were here! Except you, now! Nor did I think of any discussion like this or have discussions with. "
"Yes, and won't I recall this either?" He asked her, then rubbed the stress from his mind. His confusion was clear from miles away.
I don't see, I have no idea, I don't even know-how you are here or why you are here in the Land of Nod. She smiled. That grin wasn't the prettiest thing he had seen in a while, for it did not extend to her eyes and deep into her soul. It looks miserable.
You refer to this dreamland as "The Land of Nod?" How original. " He mocked with a brief smile on his lips, looking around, trying not to look intimidated by her big sparkling green-brown eyes.
"Yes! At the very least, I didn't call it "Dreamland."Catherine was ridiculed.
Do I recall all the memories of our conversations after I woke up? Or I won't? "He implored while Catherine stood there in a fitted shirt; gone was the girl in the office earlier.
Does Sean even remember her name? This was shocking. She never recalled introducing herself to him earlier in the office, or did she? Catherine thought that alone brought a grin to her face. making her giggle as she answered him back, a plan running wild in her head.
You are lucky enough to survive in this place, you know. Those ugly creatures who bit you were poisonous, and they wound you in your left arm. Am I correct? " She asked, trying not to grin, as the wind became vulnerable against this snowy mountain, her muscles working even harder.
Sean paled in no time, looking at his swollen arms. How could she see that? Sean asked himself. This was his dream, all right? How could she see that? Wait a minute, where did he get this? This is by far the most insane dream he'd ever had. How did she see so much? Sean thought. I was strolling, checking on the snow-covered mountains. He didn't understand why the cold did not bother him at all. He was in his pajamas, for heaven's sake. And why does this place feel so familiar that he can almost taste the wind? After all, it is not every day one is lost in his dream or consciousness or even converses with somebody whom he doesn't expect to exist in his dream. He calmed his senses first and then continued to ask.
What about these swollen arms? This was not real, was it? " He asked.
Catherine smiled, albeit didn't even bother to answer him back. Instead, she pretended not to listen and hummed a song.
"Catherine," he shouted, and still no response.
"How can my subconscious mind be so harsh to play such tricks on me?" He wondered aloud. There were millions of questions that ran through his head.
Mr. Walton, have you forgotten that sarcasm and wit are two things you are good at? What are you so anxious about? " She added, connecting his words to a certain line of reasoning.
"I'm not afraid." He yelled. Maybe a little, but there was no way he would let her know that he thought this was just a product of his hallucination gone bad slash sleeping pill overdose.
Why did he swallow that pill, anyway? Sean couldn't even fathom it. But this place was wonderful. A little scary, but hell, he could manage this. After all, he was Sean David Walton. Nothing scares him anymore, not even death himself. Walking past her, Sean noticed something was familiar. This place was silent, too silent even for his liking. Furthermore, the freezing cold winter wind was unnatural to his senses.He wondered if it was based on these simple experiences in his reality or on a mass scale in his consciousness. Or maybe fate was trying to play with him. After all, Sean was not a popular gentleman in London. Yes, he was rich and powerful, but he had fewer friends and acquaintances, and he was not a good individual, and he admitted that perhaps this experience resulted from his ability to mock the reality of its existence. For a change, if this was a joke made in heaven, then it's on him altogether. Sean thought to himself. He had
As they walked up to the mountain, its shadows greased over the smooth backs of hills and fluttered across the valley clumped with icy pine. Both marveled at its beauty as they kept on walking up, fearing what lay ahead. A thirst for adventure and charm awakened in her heart and flowed out into the tips of her toes, compelling her to want to run straight into the embrace of the proud mountains. The air was chilling, but they went on and on while the skies darkened. The acoustic landscape was at once familiar to Catherine. They continued moving up; they didn't dare to stop; she was tired as hell, weary with the burden of long-closed eyes; she could have easily pulled off being a walking zombie, dead on the inside but subconsciously awake. However, when they reached the peak, both were speechless. She stood atop the rocky surface and lifted her arms in accomplishment. Clouds swirled around her in an icy greeting, and snow coated the mounta
London Catherine woke up and howled in genuine misery, seeing her bitten mark with fiery veins encircling her arm. Her body was glowing from the inside out. She was frightened. For hours, she lay there alone, crying, and, worst of all, burning. The morning sun shines through the tiny window, adding light to her hell, and the burn was unbearable, as she had been there all night and no one had heard her screams for help.A sense of grief washed over her at the moment. She was going to die here unattended. Every minute her heart beat slower, and every second her slow death was near. The distress and burning hadn't ceased, but after being in agony for hours upon hours, her mind was no longer her own. The hardest part was that the burn took her to the verge of consciousness but never let her fall over into oblivion. She could still feel her body, yet she couldn't move it. So, she lay gazing at the window, awaiting death.
Catherine ran through a maze of buildings and snaking side streets as the sky rumbled and heavy rain bounced off the cobblestones. A storm suppressed the sun, graying the world around her. Drops of rain beat against her skin like hammers when Sean's voice can be heard from the distance trying to stop her from running. Reaching her, "Sean, I realize you have these ideas about me, and now your cousin is involved in our quest, but the worst part is that I don't know how to trust you." She justified her action as they went into the bus shelter, drying themselves. "I'm still terrified of what's going on in the Land of Nod, and yet you accepted it without question and asked me to justify it myself."She added. I'm sorry, but we called for help! We needed him to explain everything to us and give us some more understanding about what happened. After all, he had the expertise and he'd been studying the answers to this phenomenon since he started dreaming about the Cold
Waking from an uncomfortable slumber was something Sean never got accustomed to. The return of sensation to his numbed body was like a thousand spikes nudging him beneath his skin. His eyelids were crusted and vast. Even his bones had turned against him, stabbing him when he went to sit or lie down. The screeching of the bird rubbed at his nerves, and the sun smarted at his eyes. But that was the worst of it. He seized a tentative sniff. The smell of the fresh morning air, the calming dewy smell of the morning, makes him smile. He then cracks his jaws and stretches his arms. "Wake up everyone," he said, fighting the urge to sleep back, but he knew they needed to keep moving and find the Fae Warrior for an answer. "We have a long day ahead of us," he added. The sunrise radiated off swans like clouds, and the rising air breezes buoyed them. It was his first foray into the Grassland, and he was enthralled.He was curious to see what adventure lay ahead. T
Don't worry, I won't try anything, even though I want to. Prestiney pulled away and swung to catch her smirk just before it slipped off her face as Miah turned to leave. "Little sis, touch my cookies, and you are dead to me! I swear I'm going to kill you and watch your dying eyes with a grin on my face. " Miah responded as she went to the door. The younger Fae was looking at her as if she was measuring what coffin would fit her the best and gave her a small smirk. "Himp! As if I won't fight you, but trust me, I'll give you to the monster before you can even take that sword. " She repeated, stepping aside as a sign for her to leave. This wasn't over, you pig. I'll make you disappear in a blink within this week, and I'll feed your heart to the dog. " "We don't have a dog, you dickhead," Pristina screeched. To the calf:
The Fae of the North survivors had called for a campfire, some singing and storytelling, and some had their own ideas. They collected wood for far longer than they should have and built a bonfire. "What was that, Catherine?" Sean asked her with an annoyed tone. She ignored him and watched as the sisters went to search for the remaining survivors. She knew Sean was asking about the fire in her hands and the sword. But she dismissed it, saying she couldn't tell him just yet. The Fae have been defeated, but they will surely move on, and they will conquer their land once more. The Fae of the North will then request another treaty, and under it, they will renounce all claims of sovereignty.
The blackness engulfed Catherine's thoughts. Stretching out in front of her like a map, the unknown surveyed her anxieties, her strength, and her understanding. Even though her eyes were closed, she couldn't think of why; her heart was battered, her mind empty. It was as if it had cleared a spike of adrenaline into her carotid. She spans into the utter darkness, her breathing rate steadiing. Her eyes open like two searchlight beams, the new temporal inserts providing sufficient light to brighten whatever she looks at. It's like being shown the woods one tree at a time in some crazy memory game, but it's better than blackness. Her feelings were speeding up insid