you were in your apartment, asleep after long shift in your job. Being a waitress can be sometimes so overwhelming.

You were a light sleeper, and as you were sleeping, you could feel fingers on your cheek.. The touch was gentle, tender even. Those fingertips slowly made their way to your jaw and back to your cheek. Your lips lift slightly, trying to shake off the ticklish fingers. You sighed and fully turned to the comforting touch.

"So beautiful.. So fucking beautiful.." the man whispered, the voice was deep, you felt his hand running through your hair now before little tray of your hair was lifted and just little kiss sound came after, assuming he kissed your hair. This dream was amazing, perfect even. The treatment you were craving for so long, at least getting it in your dream.

"My little muse.." the voice continues to whisper, his thumb brushing against your lower lip ever so slightly, you hummed. Your eyes flutter a little, keeping them closed, not wanting to wake up and open them yet. Few more caressing and your eyes slowly open, now conscious you freeze. This wasn't a dream. You were living alone...