Standing in my room after my refreshing meal is the best. Putting on my slippers and night gown and getting ready for an early nights rest, it's currently 10:30 pm. I agree quite early for some but when you've worked the whole week, rest is required.
Although I do feel uneasy, like something is calling me. 'Am I thirsty?' is the first thing that runs through my head as I open my door and scatter across to my kitchen. The light flickers on slowly as I'm already opening my fridge. "huh, I thought I bought a new carton of milk yesterday?... Oh well, I'll just get another one..." Is what came out of my mouth before I felt another cold breeze run down my spine. A shiver that was unexpected from the neck down to my lower back. I make sure to hurry back to my room... The lights are.. off?
I'm sure they were on a second ago. I turn them back on. The bed sheets a ruffled up in a strange way..
Is someone in my house?
I quickly go towards my bed in a panic, but before I could sit down to retrace my actions I feel something on my leg. It's extremely cold and wet, seeming to get closer up my leg. I look down, but before I can see it I'm pushed onto my bed with an amazing force. My head hits the bed as my eyes go dizzy. My arms are pined and I cannot move. I look and see...
The..
The milk?
"WHA-"
before I can take another breathe the lactose that is before me shushed me. Reassuring that I'll enjoy it.
My night gown being torn off. My slippers still on but one hanging off my toes from my force onto the bed.
Tracing down my torso, I get tingles down my body.
Am I.. liking this??
I don't have the breath to question it, nore the strength to get up. I lay there. And let it do what it wishes...
I wake up...
The milk is everywhere...
The carton is on the floor, empty..
Holy fuck-
