He comes to me in my dreams, the handsome man with the seductive voice. He started visiting me at the age of twelve; the month after my first period and he comes to me in times of stress or under a waning moon. But now, at eighteen, he haunts my nights more than ever.
When he comes to me, it always begins the same; I'm alone in complete darkness until I call upon a merciful light of goodness. A spotlight from the heavens envelops me and I'm safe from the pair of glowing red eyes menacing me from the darkness. He's tried luring me from the light with bright candy apples and scaring me from it with snarls and gnashing teeth, but I've remained safe within it. But lately, he's been coming to me in the world between awake and fully asleep and steps into the light; tall, handsome and beguiling and scarier than any monster you can imagine. Tonight he appeared with tousled black hair and deep brown eyes sparkling with shards of golden light. Shirtless, bronzed in silk pajama bottoms, his smile was as charming as a prince.
"Hello, Penelope," he said, with his honey dipped voice.
"Who are you?"
"If I wanted that to be known, I'd have told you."
"What do you want from me?" I cried. "My soul? Because I'll never give it to you. It's mine until I die and then I give it back to God."
He is a creature of so few words, each one heavy and ominous. He stepped closer to me smelling like clove cigarette smoke. I now stand before him naked in the light.
I whispered, "It'll never be yours. Never."
He put his arm around my waist, hugging me close to his warm skin, bringing me fully into this realm. He smells of sandalwood and when his lips descend upon mine, I let go of the awake world and give in to his pleasurable kiss.
I've kissed him many times before in this room that emerges from the shadows; small and dark green, lit from a raging fire from a massive fireplace and a canopy bed covered with a green velvet spread. He turned me around, cradling up to my butt as he kissed my neck. My eyes closed from pleasure and opened where, in a great gold framed mirror, I see myself naked. In this world, I always look flawless with my dream body of a smaller waist and longer legs. My skin is luminescent and my curly hair shines an apple washed gold. Striking was the contrast between us, his fit bronzed body against my milky white mortal skin. We looked sexy and resplendent. We looked immortal.