Crazy things had always happened to him. It was never a new phenomenon. But the craziest ever would be his nightly visitor.
She comes to him in the deepest hour of the night.
His bedroom door opens and there’s a crack of light from the living area, swiftly extinguished as she closes the door.
He’s instantly awake, eyes following her shadowy shape as she moves into the room. In the light of a thousand stars through the window, he can see she’s wearing a towel wrapped around her body, tucked tightly between her breasts to hold it in place.
“Are you okay?” The words lodge in his throat, for she drops the towel.
It pools at her feet and she’s naked, gloriously naked.
She walks toward him, the dark patch between her thighs mysterious and beckoning. She stands by the bed and her smile is
