A strange experience, a stranger message

          “Dearie, wake up,” I hear an unfamiliar voice whisper to me. My eyes now open wide but my vision disoriented, yet to adjust to the dim moonlight which painted my wall.

          I am immediately greeted by a warm sensation which held me firmly. My body acknowledges the presence, telling my brain something is off, something is wrong. My brain, tired and stubborn, choses to rest. Every instinct, wild and unresting, demanding me to turn around and face the mysterious entity which has taken hold of me. I continue to lay still, unmoving, like a statue, it's heat becoming less threatening each passing moment.

          I wonder to myself who the mysterious entity could be, pondering, thoughts racing. Who could I have allowed into my room, much less into my life, I question myself, in thought, examining memories as if probing an orb. I fail to reach answers that provide, answers that I want, yet, the memories exists, and so does the truth.

          The voice teases me. "You're so warm and friendly. To think you would leave your window unlocked at such an intimate time. Its as if you want this to happen." Every breath a heavy mark on my neck.

          A phantom finger traces the outlines of my thin night clothes, the skin under disturbed yet excited. An animal beneath me would not fail to survive, as I have become simple prey. The urge to run away, to escape, nowhere near. In my mind, it was clear. "Why struggle? Why deny it's embrace?" My body and mind in complete submission. 

          I accept the sensation and accept the affection, if it ends here, it was my direction that lead to such destruction. The higher the acceptation, the tighter the hold becomes, nearly crushing me. The comforting hug gradually evolves. From an assuring hold, reaching an intolerable, lethal grip. The now death-like hold was an immense weight to bare. I continue unfazed by the sensation, my ribs and organs compact. This is how its suppose to feel.

          My body pleds for the pain to cease as it aches. My brain, weak and stubborn, bares the agony. Perhaps It finds pleasure in total agony, baring all that shame and weakness deep inside. If I yelped, it would help, though no one would care, at least I was fair. As I drown in the warmth, my body now numb, I fall into a slumber which I crave.

          Before I slip into a deep sleep, I hear the gentle voice tell me a promise. "I'll always be with you, no matter what."

          Morn rises, and so do I. A sharp tone in seek of my attention. I turn my attention towards the direction of the tone. A repeating cycle of beeping demanding to be silenced, I oblige. I notice a gentle breeze on my thin night clothes. The window open and the curtains dancing. Did I leave that open? I bare no mind. I shut the window tightly and lock it properly, the once dancing curtains now straight and still. I sigh and move on in my mundane life.

          The once occupied bedroom now bared no life