Something happened.

“I… I’m going… to…” You trail off weakly.

Your head tilts as you try to look to me for answers. I watch as that confused look sweeps over your face. Your eyes are already losing focus.

Something happened. But you can’t quite get a grip on it. Was it a sound? Was it something I said? Something you saw? When did it start? You try to go through everything we were just doing. But you are struggling to keep your thoughts together.

“I… need to…”

It was something I said. Definitely. Maybe. But what was it? Maybe. Or something else? What did I just show you?

As I walk over from across the room, I keep watching your eyes. I can see you struggling to keep your mind in motion.

As your thoughts slow down, they are losing their stream. You are still trying to figure out what happened. What triggered this process I buried deep in your subconscious? Because… you need to figure it out. Why? You are trying to remember. Why are you trying to remember? And why is that taking so much mental energy? The energy you need for… to figure out… something?

Something about something.

I keep walking towards you.

It is getting harder to keep the wheels spinning. You are going to keep trying. It might feel better to rest your mind for a little while. You were going to keep trying. There was a reason. It is somewhere in your head. Maybe you can still try to find it.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” I say reassuringly.

There is something else in my voice too. But you lose track of it. You are still trying to figure out what you were trying to figure out. It’s a lot to juggle.

“But, I need… so much… so much… I need… to do,” you stammer unsteadily.

Need to do… something? Somethings? Which was it? Maybe after resting? It can be nice to rest when you have been thinking really hard.

There is something in one of my hands. It looks… some light reflecting… shiny… metallic?

A memory starts to surface. Your hands were behind your back. There was a click. And a key. Trapped your wrists. Aroused. Nothing you could do. And…

You didn’t notice… in my hand… before... or did you?

How? Was that… before… because you were trying so hard to remember…. something? Happened? Was that it? Was that what?

“I’ve already taken care of everything,” I respond with a knowing smile. “I think you could use a little break.”

You are losing control. This is your last chance. Wheels turning so slowly. But giving in feels too good at this point. And it is so hard to remember why… something… already… taken care of… then… why…

Something…

Something…

Your eyes stare off far away. Your mind is so tired. A warm, needy feeling flutters between your legs.

I am right in front of you now, ready for the next thing that is about to happen.

“Are you ready to be my sleepy girl?” I ask as my smile sharpens.

A question. A response. Something. And the wheels finally stop.

“Yes… I am.”