I opened my
eyes, the sun was high up in the sky. It must have been past midday.
One p.m. at least. My girlfriend laid on my side, her head on my
chest, her arm around my belly. She was sweaty at least as much as I
felt I was. We had to wake up. But did I rally have to wake her. She
seemed so fine, sleeping. Still it was kind of late. We had to go to
lunch. I was so thirsty. I remembered of a bottle of water we brought
with us. In the bag. But the bag was beyond her. I tried to take it
with my free arm. Past beyond her shoulder the surface I encountered
was not what I expected. Not the texture of the bag but something
very strange. It was something box-like, smooth on top, plastic on
the side.
“What is this?”
She woke up. “Hey?”
“Hey! I was trying to take the
water from the bag, but I reached only this box behind you.”
“What box? Let me see.” She
turned around and froze. “Oh my … what is ...” While she was
turning on her back she hit the box that stumbled down like a
sandcastle. It raised a little cloud of dust. “Oh my God, what …
I mean, what is this?” She inspected the still-standing part of the
sandcastle.
“What is it, Mee?”
“Shush” she silenced me. “Is
this … hey, what was that? Ohmygo, are those … what?! Like, for real?!
What … the … fuck?!”
“Mee, I am scared, what’s
going on? Can I see?”
“Hun” she exclaimed
vigorously “don’t move! Listen, stay still. I am gonna crawl on
you into the sea. Meanwhile you must remain as motionless as you
can.”
She started to turn back in my
direction. Then she used her arm to push her body on mine and started
crawling down.
“Mee, if this is some kind of
sexual joke, I am not in the mood now, you scared me before.”
“I am not joking. We have to
be as careful as possible!”
“Why? What’s the matter with
this box?” Then I made the mistake of looking to the side, through
the dust, to the box. What I saw was, at the least, disconcerting.
Apartments. I mean, the inside-out version of an apartment-building.
There was a lot of confusion since part of the building collapsed
when my girlfriend hit it accidentally with her shoulder. But still
everything inside was recognizable. I could distinguish a table with
chairs, on the third floor, a bedroom on the sixth, a living room
with two sofas (one of which hanging above the ruins). And then
carpets, cabinets, television screens, kitchen sinks. It was a full
blown diorama of domestic life. I could not understand what I was
looking at. I was puzzled indeed and frightened by the fact that I
was not on the beach anymore. And then I finally realized, in the
most terrifying way. Behind the jamb of a door something moved
slightly. A head. Every neuron in my brain started firing signal
chaotically. I was in complete astonished terror. A head? Human head!
Human eyes, looking directly at me. I gulped hard. I turned
immediately my head up, looking at the sky.
I closed my eyes
whispering “This is not possible. This is not happening. Go back to
reality.” I was hyperventilating for the first time in my life. My
first panic attack. Still now, I consider it to be completely
justified by the situation. And then something even more confusing
and non-comprehensible happened. I felt something wet on my crotch.
“What?” I opened my eyes. I
dared not immediately to look down. And then the wet sensation came
again. “Mee?”
“mmmhf...” was the fully
expected and still really upsetting answer. I looked down.
“Mee! What the heck are you
doing?” She stopped for a moment and started whining.
“Hun, I don’t know. I can’t
help it. I feel the urge.” She seemed completely mesmerized. Kind
of scary from my perspective.
“What? Right now? Right here?”
“I don’t know why! I was just
crawling. But my boobies where hit by your shaft. I felt it. The
touch, the softness. I need it”. She started indulging more and
more vigorously in her activity.
“Wait” I thought, “How
could you ...” then I realized by instinctively touching my hips.
Swimsuit was no more. Apparently, clothes don’t grow. In the world
I was accustomed to, neither did people. But that world was gone,
like the swimsuit and with it the old rules. Neither my girlfriend
wore any garment to cover her body. Anything but the bracelets on her
wrist. Not all of them, she used to have a collection of stuff on her
left arm. Most of it was gone with the bikini. Most of it except the
bracelet I knew for sure were made of metal. A stylized golden snake
biting his tail and a silver bracelet with pending decoration. The
ant-sized silver elephant that joyfully hanged from the stuck of
jewelry was now probably big enough to rival with every life-sized
counterpart. This train of thought was not enough to distract me
completely from the fact that my girlfriend was now naked, kneeing in
the water, with my penis deep down her right cheek.
“Mee! We are naked, you are
naked! There is … oh God … there is people out here. It is
absolutely not the case to keep going.”
“I know, I promise it will be
quick! I can’t help it. I want to eat it. Please, just let me.”
She started licking her toy from the base to the tip. I tried to get
up a little but I immediately heard cracks forming under my back and
more dust raised. I decided to withdraw from my intention. My
girlfriend stopped using the tongue and started using the lips. Then
she started using the tongue again from within her mouth. I knew
since a while that the flesh is weak, but that day I gave a very
disappointing proof of integrity.