Oliver tossed and turned in bed. For weeks now he had been plagued with dreams of some strange, distant land that seemed constantly in peril that would make him awaken in the middle of the night, sweating profusely and sometimes feeling nauseous. He'd even taken to having to sleep nude with only the thinnest bedsheet he had, but still it only provided mild relief.
He couldn't understand what these dreams were but the fact they were recurring was starting to bother him. After the first night he put it down to maybe eating something that didn't agree with him. He used that logic for the second night too. But after the third night, he had to admit it was something else. It had been a little over a week now and he had no answers for what was causing it.
So he tried to analyse the dreams themselves, which was difficult to do as the visions from them became vague and faded quickly once he awoke. From what he could tell though, he would be in some exotic place far away. There would be blurred visions of people running around, possibly away from something, and then invariably he would wake up.
On this particular night however, he was awoken by something else entirely.
It was like he could hear a voice calling to him in his dream, but what was it saying?
'Wait... wave... waste...'
"WAKE UP!"
Oliver jolted upright, breathing heavily. His eyes were blurry but he could make out something in front of him, a figure of some sort. Someone was in his room! He began to panic internally but as his vision slowly corrected and his brain processed what he was seeing, he began to piece together things that didn't make sense. The figure, whoever it was, was small, tiny even, and what's more they appeared to be... floating? Perhaps he was still in his dream after all...
"Thank the gods you're awake Oliver!" it said, with a very feminine voice.
His eyes now fully focused, Oliver's jaw dropped as he gasped at the sight before him. The figure before him was that of a naked woman, but one that maybe 6-7 inches tall with a lithe frame apart from her proportionally quite large breasts and the most beautiful face he had ever seen, topped with a head of fine, silvery hair. This not being bizarre enough, he could see she was indeed floating, and her suspension in mid air was thanks to a pair of nearly translucent but rapidly flapping wings on her back, as if she were part human, part dragonfly.
"My name is Liana, and I come to you seeking your help..." she said.
Oliver simply just stared at her in continued disbelief and so she continued.
"I have come here from a faraway kingdom where my people, the Fae Folk, are facing a terrible threat to our lives and home. We have been searching for the one destined to help us and we are sure it is you. Have you been having strange dreams?"
Oliver was continuing to just stare. His brain still wasn't quite processing what he was seeing fully.
"Erm, hello? Oliver?" Liana said.
"Sorry, what?"
"Have you been having strange dreams?"
"Err... yes, yes I have," he said, trying to shake the cobwebs from his brain but finding his eyes drawn back to Liana's impossible but perfect naked form. He was also starting to feel something somewhere else...
"Then it is true, you are the one! This is wonderful news, news we have hoped for for so very very long. My people can finally be safe with your help and... I'm sorry, is there something wrong?"
"W-what?" Oliver replied.
"It's just you've been staring at me this whole time and it's like you're not hearing a word I've said! Is there something in my hair?" she said, running her hands through her long hair.
"N-no," Oliver said, shaking his head. "I-it's just you're... um..."
"I'm what?"
"Naked," Oliver said with a gulp.
"Well yes, the Fae Folk don't wear clothes," she replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Is there something wrong with my body?" she suddenly asked, looking very self conscious for a moment.
"No, no! Definitely not!" Oliver reassured her. The movement from his crotch under the sheets definitely confirmed that.
"Look I know I'm not the prettiest fae there is, alright? I mean I've been turned down as a mating partner so many times, I must be very unattractive. So spare me the lies if there's actually a problem with my appearance..."
There was a lot to unpack with that. She wasn't the prettiest? Then what did the others look like? And who the heck was turning her down? If she were human sized or he was fae sized, he certainly wouldn't...
"No really, I think you look great, really sexy even!"
Liana seemed to go a little shy for a moment as she smiled to herself and moved a little hair out of her eyes.
"Ok, thank you," she said. "But now we really must go!"
"Err, could we maybe give it a few minutes?"
"Our time is short Oliver, we must go as soon as possible!"
"Yeah, yeah of course, I just need a moment to... erm... think about it first..."
"What is there to think about?" Liana insisted. "Come on we..."
"Look, I'm trying to wait for my boner to go away, ok?"
There was silence in the room for a moment as the fae looked confused.
"What's a 'boner'?" she asked quizzically.
"Umm... it's just a word we use for when a man... y'know..."
He motioned towards his crotch with his eyes.
"Oh... oh! You mean your penis is hard right now!" she said with a look of realisation.
