Quinn's dream

Blurred lines and masses undulate. Colors shift and mix around. The visual medley gradually coagulates. Edges solidify and shapes emerge. Eventually, the surroundings become comprehensible, tangible.

Metal?

Dual rows of small cabinets line the walls. Adorning each, a small circular dial decorated with numbers.

Lockers.

Quinn looked around, assessing her surroundings. Sterile, white lights illuminated the small room. Aisles of lockers and benches covered beige limestone bricks and a cheaply tiled floor. On the far wall stood a closed door with frosted glass.

Some sort of change room.

A strange smell wafted towards her. Some investigative sniffs determined it to be harsh at first, but quickly mellowed into something not unpleasant. It was familiar, but Quinn couldn’t quite remember from where; her mind felt somehow hazy. Still curious, she looked around for its source but saw only lockers. The smell tickled memories through her nostrils, but she still failed to put her finger on it.

Taking a few steps forwards, she tried to open one of the lockers but found it locked. She tried another. Locked as well. A dozen lockers later, and not one had yielded its contents. All the while, the smell grew more intense, eventually revealing a hint of sweetness Quinn hadn’t picked up on before. She was beginning to enjoy it.

Click.

The knob on the far door turned. The hinges creaked as it opened. Suddenly, Quinn’s vision began to blur. Solid shapes and straight edges starting melding together again. She could only make out the fuzzy silhouette of someone entering the room. Somehow, she wasn’t scared. The smell, now thick in the air, felt comforting.

The figure approached her. It reached out a hand, running fingers through her hair. Quinn blushed while feeling their warmth. Whoever it was began to gently kiss her neck and unbutton her shirt, sending shivers down her body. The strange smell never let up.

The two were tied together in passion. Before this stranger, she was helpless. Every touch made her weak, made her feel pleasure she’s never experienced before. Soon their lips locked. A magnificent taste tickled her tongue, somehow heightening the sweetness in the air. It wasn’t long before she came. As waves of pleasure assaulted her, she felt herself and her lover melting together, becoming one. Instead of being entwined with a stranger, Quinn sat in this mysterious dreamscape bent like a pretzel, her own feet in her face. Before she could process this however, the lights above started shining brighter, their electric hum growing to a deafening buzz. Pleasure still rippled through her body as the tantalizing taste and aroma enveloped her senses. Her vision became washed with white and the buzzing grew to a mounting crescendo.