That moment you drift off to sleep and dream there is a GIANT GINORMOUS SUPER MEGA FUCKING HUGE EYE looking at you. And the head that houses this eye is so large, and you are so close, that you can not see the shape of the head. You have no idea who this black-sphered eye belongs to.
And it blinks.
You greet it and apologize for any unintentional faux pas because you’re a polite bitch like that. It only continues to watch you. You sense no hostility from it. Only that it wants to watch you. And it is content to watch you without any communication between you and it.
Then you realize just how tired you are. Without thinking, you reach out and pat the dense leathery skin near the eye in a friendly gesture. You tell it that since there is no need for alertness, you’re going to go back to deep sleep because you’re tired as fuck. The eye only blinks and continues watching you.
You fall into deeper sleep.
Waking world concerns start to creep across your consciousness.
You don’t feel the eye watching you anymore.
For some reason, this makes you panic, and you willfully jettison the waking world concerns so that you have no troubles around you.
The eye returns.
There is a porcine scent, very slight and unoffensive, that comes from the unseen body of the holder of the eye. You smile and snuggle up against the flesh near the eye wiggling and rolling and mimicking a happy pig. You hear a noise that rattles your bones and shakes the air from your lungs but you recognize it as laughter.
The head moves. It is a gentle motion. Barely perceptible. But the inertia in the movement is immense and you get a sense that if this was a giant otherworldly pig, if it is the size of a wild boar, you are the size of a dwarf hamster.
Snuggles are awesome, who gives a fuck about relative size.
You have to willfully jettison waking world concerns several times before you are able to be in the presence of the eye for extended lengths of time. There is so much you want to ask. You feel there is much to listen to. But there is no shared language that you understand.
All you know is you are tired as fuck, the eye wants to watch over you, and as long as the eye is there, nothing bad is going to happen.
So you happy pig snuggle up to the flesh beside the eye again. The snort of laughter almost dislocates all of your joints. The eye closes in an unmistakable display of happiness and opens again focusing on you.
You fall into deeper sleep under the watch of the unfailing gaze.
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You wake up and wonder what the hell was in your afternoon tea, and should you dare for another cup.