My eyes close. I should be warm, but I am numb. The bed is below me, presenting me, holding me, but I cannot feel it, and I do not care. My eyes close, but the light is not gone. I see. I am seen. I don't want to close my eyes.

My eyes close, and my mind opens. I am in a different place, a different time. I want to go back, but my eyes will not open, taking me away. I am here, and I am seen. I am watched.

Her eyes are filled with joy and laughter, and something deeper that I cannot imagine. Something hidden, and delightfully. I want to look away. I want to escape. I cannot. Let my eyes open.

She watches me, that mysterious smile buried in her gaze, and I want her. My heart throbs, my body heats up, I feel myself blush. I want her so badly.

I go to her, and she welcomes me. She looks as though she just won the lottery. Why? She is dangerous. I have to stay away, but I am held. She has me. I touch her and fire spreads from my fingertips into my chest. I barely brush the skin of her neck and shoulders, my heart races.

She watches me. What is She thinking? I am overcome. I have to have her. I kiss her, an explosion of fire and warmth and electricity courses throughout me, taking my breath away. This power she has is overwhelming. My hands run down her back, across her ams, through her hair. I must have her.

She watches me. She is always watching. Please, let my eyes open.

I cannot tell if it is moments, hours, or days. I cannot tell anymore. We are one. Bliss. I feel alive, I am beyond the universe. She watches me. Let my eyes open. I have to escape her gaze.

I am completely worn out. I have nothing left. She has drained me, She watches. She hungers for more. What is she? She is watching. I do not know what she is thinking. Please, God, let my eyes open.

I cannot bear her gaze any longer. I have to get away. I have to escape.

At last, I am free. My eyes open. I stare at the ceiling, slowly breathing with relief. I am free from Her gaze. For now, she is not watching. Movement beside me catches my attention. The girl rolls over and smiles up at me. She does not see me. She is not watching. My body rises from the bed, I am in motion, unstoppable. The day is mine. The night belongs to Her. I do not want to close my eyes again.