Reaching out an accusing finger, you stab the digit towards Sarah. The scrawny finger, too slender to belong to you still responded to your wishes. It lead back to a slim hand and up a skinny arm to a bare shoulder.
"Well, you're in for a treat Jake... you'll wake with your perfect woman in bed."
Struggling to his feet, Jake wobbled uncertainly as he stood. His feet refusing to flatten, and his ankles aching, his mind raced as he tried not to picture her....
Vision greying, and swirling into darkness, it was Sarah's cruel smile that vanished last from his sight.
His dreams were nightmares of being chased, running through a fun house mirror-maze, each reflection horrifying and seductive. Each reflecting back a different woman. Crashing forward, he couldn't look down, couldn't see his body directly, only those reflections.
As Jake bounced from one mirror to the next, the changes lessened. Jake saw the red-headed reflections vanish first... followed by the worryingly petite Asian women... Each avenue closing off some other aspect.
"No.... No.... No...." she panted softly in the dream, the haunting voice... hers?... was terrifyingly sensual, sexual.
Closing her eyes, Jake continued through the dream maze, the press of cold glass guiding him blindly forward.
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