A dream of…

Interlude 6

Jason woke to the feel of a girl sitting next to him on the bed, opening his eyes and looking up into the silvery grey irises of someone he didn’t know. But somehow, he knew he was perfectly safe. “Hey. To what do I owe the honor?” He asked, reaching up to run his fingers through her hair, which flowed like liquid across his hand.

“You have become quite the horny dreamer, haven’t you?” She asked, and Jason’s brow furrowed.

“You’re the one on my bed.” He muttered.

“That is true. It is a comfortable bed. But I came to tell you something. I’m sorry I had to do it this way.”

He tugged on the back of her head, and she allowed him to pull her on top of him. “This way is not so bad.” He murmured sleepily.

“Pay attention to me, Jason. Not every person is as they seem.”

“Says the shiny girl who snuck into my bed.” He claimed her lips in a gentle kiss, his free hand stroking up and down her back. She wasn’t naked, but was wearing some type of skin-tight body suit. It was odd, and somehow made him think of the trailers he’d seen for that upcoming Tron movie.

“You may have a point. But just remember, when you return home, you cannot trust every new person you meet. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I understand. Now, less talk, more…”

But the girl was gone, vanished into thin air. “What the hell?”

“Jason.”

“Where did you…?

“Jason!”