“Pleasure and Bliss”

By: Riley Nichols

It was the first cold of October, a mark in the changing of the seasons. The winds found their way into your bedroom, but the blankets protect your skin. You’re asleep and happy with your body feeling a sense of warmth that is new to you but was pleasant enough to keep you down. You are happy in your little cocoon, and a small part of you wishes that you can stay here forever, unaware that the choice is not even yours. The creature that holds you in its wet jaw moves slowly. It must not wake its blissful prey.