Upset

You watch as Celeste’s chest closes up and begins to heal. In little more than an hour she looks as though the whole thing never happened.

You watch her eyes begin to flutter open.

“M…m…m…or…gan?”

“Yes, Celeste. How do you feel?”

“Night…mare. Horrible nightmare.”

You take her hand. “You’re ok, now.”

“You were in my nightmare.”

“I hope I was nice.”

“No! No! Get away from me, Morgan!”

You back up.

“Get out!”

“If that’s how you feel, Celeste. Get some rest. I’m sure the nightmare will fade away.”

You head back to your attic room, hoping your little surgery is having the desired effect. You relax and drift off to sleep.

You awaken to something caressing your breast. It feels wonderful. You open your eyes and find Celeste stroking your tits and teasing your nipples.

“Oh good, you’re awake. I wanted to apologize for earlier.”