A toast to you IV

You ask, can it get any weirder

 

A toast to you IV

 

As I woke from this gnarly dream, I could taste the morning breath that labored away at my mouth. Sweat had soaked my shirt and layered my brow as my heart accelerated with an artificial stimulant. The time of day seemed irrelevant, for finding the answer was only moments away so why trouble myself; how bad could it be.

The doorbell still ringing off the wall and for just that instances, I recapped the nightmarish dream that beat all movies and placed me in the perils of hell.   Finding the courage and strength to place my feet on the floor took some motor skills, it seemed that my neuron sequence was distorted or delays. I wonder if I fried a few circuits or somehow corrupted the wires that hinged my sanity together.

I made it to the front door to see who was lurking on the steps. It is a milky white woman, in her early twenties, with long blonde hair, jet blue eyes and a vivid smile. Her name is Christine, and her occupation is real estate.

“Hello Mr. Cardozo, I’m Christine the real estate agent, with ‘homes beyond’. I wanted to take this time to introduce these homes to you. Do you have some time now?”

“Sure Christine, come in. Please call me Joey; I really despise the formal stuff.”

“Thank you Joey.”

Christine entered the gateway of the house. She wore a beautifully crafted dress with rare delicate flowers floriated and weaved throughout the low cut dress. Her figure was superb, really a wanted delight but I remanded myself to be professional. As Christine passed me I could feel her pull grappling me, yanking at my arms and then a sudden loss of energy like It was zapped from my soul. I did my best to ignore this, but in honesty, it just blew me away.

I could sense Christine’s hormones thriving as she sat down and tightly squeezed her legs so that I would not notice the attraction she exhibited for me. Her voice became hesitant and every aspect about her began to change. This was so weird I quickly spoke and in a polite voiced to Christine, I asked if she could come back another time. 

Unhappily, she agreed, and what little blood that colored her face disappeared. As she stepped into the darkness, she disappeared. I could not help but wonder if I had just invited the devil into my lair and how did she just evaporate into the night air.

Author's Note

so peoples imaginations

Reviews

[Dani California]

This is another dream, isn't it?? No wait -- it would be the SAME dream, different level. And Christine was from "Homes BEYOND" ... hello!!! lol dun dun dun ....

Bring it on Ralphie.. ! The next chapter... awaits.