Sunday, 15 July 2018

The Slow Swap (Short Story)



This is the night I’ve been after. Tucked under the covers with my arms wrapped around my beautiful wife. I’m spent but satisfied, my waning erection nestled between her plump cheeks, as I drift off. My eye lids grow heavier and heavier as the warmth of being curled up in bed begins to overwhelm me. The world around me fading from sensation as the darkness of rest creeps in. The lights of whatever dreams may be coming begins to appear, swirls of pinks, aquas and violets, but this time it’s different. There is a white piercing light that begins to fill everything as the warmth continues to grow hotter. I go to move, to roll over in bed or something but I feel nothing. I try to budge but nothing is working. I grit my teeth and muster all my strength and give one final effort to free myself from the searing heat. I feel like I’ve been flung out of the bed and through the wall with great force, as lights speed around me, and I’m hurtling through space. For a brief moment of lucidity, I remember that I must be asleep, and this must be a strange dream.


Thursday, 12 July 2018

Saturday, 7 July 2018