thedarksiren2 | Cross-posted in abstractions for your dream-world pleasure!

I was in my old bedroom at my parent's house in Stow, OH. My room was dark, filled with incense and Mazzy Star's voice loudly echoing through the haze. I had a large amount of black eyeliner on, long shimmery and layered clothing, and was fumbling with some body jewelry on my dresser. It had been sitting in my blue fairy music box, right next to my old Sony stereo that i loved a great deal when it was still functioning properly.

A small white rat walked, no, skittered by. I think it was my old rat, Pixie. She was a doll IRL.

I began to take the jewelry out...a 6 guage barbell, to be exact; only one end had a ball on it though...the other kept changing from a disc to an o-ring.

This guy Todd walked in, blathering about something I cannot even begin to remember. I looked at him, sticking my tongue out, drooling down my front-side. I grabbed the barbell forcefully and shoved it through my 8-guage hole. It was a very sudden, aggressive move, my eyes wide-open, almost like I was being daring or trying to shock him. He kept on talking, and i placed the o-ring/ disc on the bottom-side of my tongue, wiping my saliva from my chin with my sleeve.

Todd kept on talking and talking...it was like a record skipping, his expression repeating itself over and over again.

I looked at him, then looked down; I was very fit, all but for the little belly protruding from beneath my gossamer clothing.

"I'm pregnant," I said to him.
He stopped, and his eyes got wide. "Holy SHIT!" he exclaimed, and went running from my room to spread the news.

I snuffed out some candles, blowing my breath though the smoke around me, almost playfully, and smiled.

A sprite whisked by, tickling the rat's nose.

I walked out of my room, and found

ravenskuld crouched in the hallway like a gargoyle. His head had been down, but then he looked up, smirked a too-wise smile, his eyes gleaming with mischief and wisdom. I reached down to touch his cheek; he kissed the palm of my right hand as it reached, and then looked back at me and nodded.

I walked past him, touching my belly where the child lay peacefully...there was a music box playing inside the womb, and it made me happy to be walking with music inside of me.

I turned to go outside, and a light became blinding.

As i walked out fo the light, there was an Hispanic woman dancing with her large red and black skirts whirling about her...only, she was fierce, almost convulsing.

I woke to very sinister salsa music playing outside my window.