Monster in my Closet

Kit

The lucid dream comes, just like it always does.

First, light leaks around the closet door. Then, the door creaks open slowly. With heavy, slow steps, the presence enters the room and sits on the edge of my bed, watching me. It doesn't speak. It doesn't touch me. I can feel it sitting down. The bedsprings squeak. The shape is large…so terrifyingly large. 

Tonight, the dream adds more details. A spicy, warm scent fills the room. It's the thing that watches me. Watches over me.

The presence stirs up a wanting that I've never felt before. It's alarming, but also…exciting.

Nyx

I'm not supposed to want to keep my human. The sad, brave little charge is entrusted to me. 

It's so wrong that the human entices me. And yet, here I am, so incandescent with lust that my aura has corrupted her and made her feel things she doesn't understand. Kit has been nothing more than a responsibility for years. I should remember that and keep my distance. Yet tonight, my emotions are growing too intense to deny, and our shared passion respects now sensible boundaries.