It was the music that woke Erica up. The tune was halting and disjointed, like a music box winding down, but it was there, a pretty jingling melody that roused her from her slumber and let her know that everything was not all right. When she opened her eyes she stared up into darkness, and she felt hard ground under her, and her bare arms and legs were freezing cold. ...
For the real Michelle, who sometimes graces my dreams. Chapter One On a Wednesday night, in a room that did not exist, I stole a kiss from Michelle. She was dreaming, of course - but then so was I. Few people understand the power of dreams; even a meddler like myself can only grasp fragments of it. I’d imagined this comfortable parlor and then called Michelle to it as she slept. It was only a dream, she thought - but dreams can reshape the daylight world. ...
Disclaimer: Do not read this if you are underage, it would be illegal for other reasons or while operating heavy machinery. Don’t try this at home either even if you are telepathic, which I doubt. Annette stood frozen on the stage before me, dressed in a white bikini and heels. Short blonde hair framed her heart-shaped face. Her lovely grey eyes did not register my presence; except for the steady rise and fall of her ample bosom she might have been a beautiful mannequin. Since she was now under my mental control, the image was not far from the truth. ...