My beautiful nightmare

I was asleep before my head hit the downy pillow. The scent of jasmine and musk filled my nose sweetly.

The soft ambient lighting from my very adult night light; shaped like the moon completed a trifecta of sleepy solitude.

So content I barely heard the knob turn, ever so gently. Allowing him to enter.

Am I dreaming? Is this real?

I peek from the corner of the throw.

He walks in slowly. Calmly.

His eyes searched the room before landing on my small form lying in the bed. Covered up, one eye slightly sneaking a glimpse of him.

He was stunning. Better than my simple prose could ever articulate. This tall mahogany Adonis. Smirking at my timid perusal.

I found my voice at last.

"Who..are you?"

"Really? You conjure up a guy and suddenly you've got amnesia?"

"What; do I not meet your expectations?"

His laugh is pure honey. My eyes go wide. The protective hold on the blanket slips. I sit up, my choice of jammies, a comfy tank reaching only to the front of my silky undies.

Definitely a dream.

I look at him. Awe at how utterly perfect he is evident on my features.

"You're pretty hot yourself gorgeous, maybe you should readjust that blanket... Unless you want me to see all that loveliness."

I momentarily considered this.

Fuck it, it's my fantasy after all.

His laugh wove through me like molten lava. Scalding the intimate places it touched.

He reached for me then, silently entreating my aquesience.

I wordlessly give him my hand. He effortlessly pulls me to him.

Once encapsulated within his embrace my body went from a heated flush to a blazing inferno.

How did I think up this amazingly sensual creature! He's too... Everything!

I sat on his lap, facing him. filled with appreciation at the utter size of this man. All of him!

My femininity became delicate and tender. I didn't hesitate to indulge in the carnal bliss..

Every night, since moving into my new home went like this. At first it was mystical, magical. What dreams are literally made of.

Until it became too much.

I was waking up very sore and swollen in uncomfortable places.

People at my job questioned if I was ill.

That's when I noticed the bruises. The hollows under my eyes. The tired and sickly look that had come over me. I decided I needed a break from Mr. Perfect.

He didn't like that too much. He became a shadow that seemed to haunt me, even in daylight.

His once sensual nature giving way to a malevolent presence.

I questioned why I didn't just give up the fantasy but honestly it had begun to feel like a relationship.

A toxic one, that I couldn't really break. How do you break from a fantasy?

Was I going crazy?

I decided I needed real company.

I called an old friend who was more than eager. His sweet nature a welcome change from the super charged erotic nights I'd been having.

I excused myself to use the restroom. Upon returning, he was hastily putting on his jacket.

"Are you leaving already?"

I tried to keep the disappointment from my voice.

"Yeah, sorry I just... I think your house is haunted....