Drift deeper and deeper

By this point I had explored the entire house. I had visited my friend and her family. But I hadn’t found anything that really excited me. Nothing good enough to push me over the edge of sexual delights. This can happen, sometimes you just aren’t in the mood to finish and instead focus on the wandering.

Over and over I traced the same path through that house. The rooms and passages so familiar and yet always different. The alterations occur naturally when you dream. Little details that are invented or twisted away from reality. You set your own pace and your legs don’t have to tire. And you can do this again and again and again.

All through the night I took the same steps, said the same words, felt the same familiar welcome.

It was extremely relaxing, that’s for sure. I couldn’t help but think, however, that there was something just out of my reach. Just beyond the notice of my senses. Like someone calling out to me in a crowded and noisy room. Was I imagining it? Was I meant to be searching for it? Or was something out there searching for me? Questing thoughts rolled around my mind.

Then it was dark. Or to be more accurate, there was a lack of anything to see. I started to lose the feeling of myself in the dream. Soon those thoughts, along with my body, seemed to dissolve away. And without those questions I could find no answers.

Oh well. There’s always tomorrow night.

The End?