Nicole in a Void

Nicole floated in the void, feeling weightless and detached from reality. She had no sense of time or space, just a deep sense of emptiness that engulfed her. It was like nothingness was surrounding her, but she wasn't scared, just numb.

Who was she? How long had she been in this space, this endless absence? Perhaps it was mere moments, perhaps an eternity. As Nicole drifted, she let go of her sense of self, letting the nothingness wash over her.

An image popped into her mind. It was a young man, so familiar, but in her current state she couldn't focus, couldn't hold onto his relationship to her. A name drifted over her consciousness like fog on water. Jon. It had meaning and yet was meaningless.

The image changed, distracting her from her nihilistic existence. No longer was he a young man, but now a young man wearing eye liner. It was a small change, but noticeable. Then there was something else. A feeling. What was that again? There was a name for it... pleasure?

Another image. Lipstick. Added to the eye liner was a pink hue of lipstick on the otherwise ordinary man. Was this odd? She couldn't tell.

Yes, that was it. Pleasure. Nicole was sure of it.

Another image. The young man now wore a smile on his pink lips and high-heeled shoes on his feet. The pleasure increased in Nicole. Focusing on the image felt good. She wanted it, desired it.

A skirt. A blouse. Breasts. Braids. Further and further did the young man change. Greater and greater the pleasure did she feel.

"If you don't want to work outside the home," a man's voice danced across the void, "that's fine. If you want to just stay home and have my babies, I'm okay with that."

It felt so familiar, this voice. And so right. Where had she heard that before?

The young man's image appeared again, holding a swollen belly in a maternity dress. Pleasure blossomed throughout her very being at the sight. Yes, it was right. This young man deserved to stay home if he wanted. It was right. It was proper.

Drifting, one with the emptiness, Nicole knew one truth as the images continued to bombard her: It was what she needed.