Now, with that fire potentially on the backburner, I’m going to have a shower, then go see Andrea.
Mom!
Momma please!
The blood…so much. It’s everywhere! Mikey! Joey! Daddy? Momma? Joey? GET UP!
GET UP! YOU HAVE TO GET UP! GET UP NOW!
My dress…this isn’t mine. These aren’t my clothes. Who am I?
Daddy?
The man with the flashing lights is here. I’M HERE!
I’M HERE!
WAKE UP, MIKEY! THE MAN IS HERE!
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
I speak to Carlo in the kitchen and ask him for two breakfasts, then take the steps up to the third floor.
When I get to Andrea’s room and let myself in, I find her twisting and turning…mumbling in her sleep.
I open the curtains and the balcony doors before sitting down on the bed. I try to wake her with a hand on her thigh, “Andrea? You’re dreaming.”
She throws a backhand andwhacksme across the face as she darts to a sitting position.
“Ow,” I laugh at her.
She holds her hand like it hurts, presumably from hitting my jaw. She looks at me in confusion.
“You alright?” I caress the side of her face. She looks like she’s seen a ghost.
“Nightmare,” she explains quietly.
“But it’s daytime,” I point outside, “shouldn’t it be adaymare?”
“Nope, technically a daymare is a trance or hallucination experienced while awake.”
“Hmm…funny how they name things like that.”
She gives a little laugh, “I could explain, but it’s a really boring story.”
I pull her to me and give her a kiss. “Listen, we need to talk. I’ve ordered up some breakfast for us. Should be about ten minutes.”
“Okay,” she gives me a peck on the lips and massages my cock through my jeans, “do you think that’s enough time?”
I laugh because I’m hard instantly! “That’s not what I meant.”
She straddles my thigh and rocks back and forth on it, kissing me. “What did you mean then?”
“I meant if you wanted to freshen up.”
“Do I not look fresh?” She kisses me again. I groan from the strain in my pants. Andrea has an effect on me like no one else. She starts biting my neck and the feeling is about to drive me insane.