Wet Dreams

I was already trapped in the cages of a Goodnight's sleep, when the disturbing and annoying creaky sound of the door opened the gate back to reality, and a familiar figure ushered itself in, and the shape was merely drawn apart from the darkness of the night.

But what didn't strain my night vision was the bright glance, accompanying the figure; that was halfway drawn, as if it was a flying ghost. But I was sure, a leg or two must be attached!

My eyes were still converging in sleep, and I was barely aware of the present. I loosely rolled over on the bed and had my right hand click the light button at the top of my bed.

And I immediately forced my shuttering eyes open at the sight of Pascal. And all the guards of wonders, scattered around my head, wondering what he was doing in my room, late at night.

His expressionless gaze was laced with the innocence of his handsome face, and he stood like he had come to take what was rightfully his, by force.

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