Nightmares

Museum Of Fine Arts

The alarm on my phone went off at six am. Yeah, that's a bit early, but the faster I can get out of here and the later I can get back is probably for the best. I wouldn't want to run into that tall, dark stranger again anytime soon.

I've never been to Boston before and the sleep study is in two days, so there's a few things I would like to see before I go back home to my mundane life and pictures I would like to take, at least if I can't be with anyone and feel love I may as well take pictures from all over the world and be well cultured.

I jumped in the shower and washed my hair with the coconut shampoo I brought from home, I rubbed it all over my body. I loved this smell, it reminded me of sunbathing on the beach. As I got out of the shower, there was a knock at the door. Breakfast? I wrapped a towel around my body and peaked out the peephole, yep it was breakfast. I opened the door, the boy holding the tray blushed and backed up a bit. "Your breakfast ma'am!" I laughed "Wow, do I look like a ma'am? You make me feel like I'm old! Just put it there please." I pointed to the dresser. I pulled out a five from my wallet and passed it to him. He turned and walked out of the door, closing it securely.

I threw the towel on the bed and grabbed my bag from the floor. I picked out a faded grey Tee and a pair of jeans and matching bra and panties, which never happens I might add.

I ate the bagel and eggs with some fruit, walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and looked at my reflection. The bags under my eyes were still there. Would I ever not look like a Zombie, I wondered. I ran my hand through my curly red hair, there was no taming this mess. I laughed.

The Museum of fine Arts, half a million objects, one of the best Japanese exhibits that's not in Japan and an amazing Egyptian collection from what I hear.

I pressed the elevator button and waited for the elevator to arrive as the doors opened. I felt the odd sensation that someone was coming. I pressed the button again. The doors opened and from across the hall I heard the other doors opening too. I jumped in the elevator and pressed G and hid against the mirror where the buttons were. My heart was racing. Why did I feel like this here? It was almost like my soul was being pulled to some place or someone.

I ran out the doors and jumped in the first cab I saw; the museum wasn't open until ten. It didn't take more than fifteen minutes to cab it so I would walk back to the hotel when I was done. I really didn't want to go back to that place, there was something uneasy about the environment in that hotel but also intriguing. Gods was I really that big of a wimp? Did I really have no sense of adventure?

We pulled up outside the museum and he dropped me off. "Thanks." I handed him a ten, I jumped out of the cab and walked around for a bit, grabbing a coffee and an apple fritter at a small coffee shop.

The museum finally opened and I headed in. The exhibits were beautiful, full of life. It was like walking into the past. I headed to the Egyptian exhibit next. Stone carvings, jewelry, stuffed black cats and sarcophagus and some old writings on some very thin paper. I walked around the exhibit and saw a very pretty gold bracelet with a green jewel in the center. It belonged to a Pharaoh he was intending it for his wife to be, a woman he had never met. He died with a dagger to the chest before he ever had the chance to give it to her. The Dagger was in the next glass case, there was instant recognition. Everything went black.

The room had huge vaulted ceilings. The doors were engraved with little symbols, Egyptian protection symbols. I rested my hand on the door, the authority emanating from the door was powerful. I could feel it run through my fingers, like static. I walked to an oval mirror, the same grey and blue eyes looked back at me, black makeup surrounding them, not a smudge nor uneven line. My hair was long down to my waist and black as midnight.

There was a giant circular bed in the middle of the room, thin white silk hanging from the bed posts, red silk sheets on the bed. A spring filled with water that seemed to be bubbling naturally with flower petals floating around in the steaming water. There were candles all over the room, I ran my fingers along the wall, it was coarse rock but beautiful. A window gently blew a warm breeze through the room, making the candles dance in the darkness. This was real. How was I here? I looked out the window wrapping my black shawl around me, not that it did much, it was thin and you could definitely see through it, it was long like a housecoat reaching past my feet. It was strange being here, but I could feel like this is where I was meant to be.

Suddenly I had a weird warm sensation run through my body like goosebumps. I turned towards the door and it opened. He had the kind of face that princes in fairy tales had, full lips, a strong jaw line, dark mysterious eyes that were almost black. His hair was black and fell down his back. He smiled a hundred-watt smile. It made me shake with anticipation, I could feel my n*****s erect the moment he entered the room. He walked over and literally swept me off my feet, my body instantly heated and melted into his. I kissed his neck, and slipped my tongue along his skin until I reached his ear, sucking on it gently. He moaned with pleasure. Our bodies were electrified. I didn't want this feeling to end. I had no control, I felt everything.

This was not just some s****l encounter, this was the s****l encounter that every woman wanted, this was love and lust and everything in between, this was mind- blowing s*x. He laid me on the bed and kissed me slowly, thoroughly, his tongue twirling around mine. I angled my hips; I couldn't wait a second longer. My body longed to have his. He reached between my legs. I could feel the head of his manhood against my entrance. He worked into me slowly, giving my body time to get used to him. I was hungry for more. I had enough. I dug my nails into his shoulder blades and pushed my hips up just enough. He slipped the rest of the way in. An overwhelming wave of emotion hit me all at once. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked into my eyes. "I am so in love with you." My eyes watered, with the barest of movements he rolled his hips rubbing against my c**t, I moaned and arched to meet him. Already I could feel my orgasm on the verge of exploding all over his hardness. He was staring at me with his piercing brown eyes, almost like he was studying my face. I couldn't think anymore. A wave rolled over me, I felt it in my toes. I grabbed the sheets on the bed and moaned. His rhythm grew jagged, rougher, he pushed in and out again and again. I clung to him as he shuddered and moaned one last time. He pushed his lips into mine and I could feel the passion and lust in his breath. My lips burned as he rolled over, his breath heavy and ragged.

"Will you be with me until my last breath?" he asked. "I promise," I replied. I grabbed something cold from under the bed and walked over to the bath. He walked up behind me and wrapped his strong muscular arms around my body. I felt love for this man, but this was my duty.

I turned slowly and with my right hand I plunged the dagger into his ribs, pointing it up until it reached his heart. I will never forget the look on my beloved's face as he fell to his knees gripping his chest. His eyes went wide, shocked, wondering why. My tears burned my cheeks as they rolled down my face, a small bracelet fell out of his hand and bounced across the stone floor.