She’s On Another Plane of Existence
Five Minute Friday Tale
It was night time, judging by the eternal ticking off of the alarm clock. A stammered reminder, she only had a few hours left before it was “time” to wake up for the day.
Something always woke her up at 2 A.M.
At first, she thought it was a dream. Those always tended to jostle her into a state of panic or sexual curiosity. She even wrote in a dream journal, keeping track of any detail she could hold onto.
Then came the shiver. A Glaze of cold spread across her breasts and pelvis. She’d yank the burgundy quilt away, eyes trying to focus. Her skin would freeze in those two specific spots, yet sweat threatened to soak the white sheet below her.
She wished to ascertain and delve into the Why’s and How’s. An inner whisper drowned both out with a, ‘Who? What?’. “Come on, Avita. Are you really going to entertain those two questions? You might manifest something, but you don’t wish to. Ignore them. Ignore”, she implored herself.
Another night passed, only to find she was awakened at 2 AM on the dot. Her pelvis and supple breasts ached to feel the Glaze of cold. How the brush strokes felt like tongues, leaving an icy shadow of urgency.
