I awoke one night to find that I couldn't move. My legs felt as if they were one entity. Something stirred to the left of me. Cracky emerged out of the shadows, standing beside my bed, illuminated with moonlight. My heart was hammering, my mouth gaping and I just stared in stupor. Her hair was long and white, her skin the color of dreams. Blood was trickling down her thighs. She smiles softly. Those lips that I have long studied, moving into a symbol of happiness, aimed towards me. Those eyes that I have stared into for countless hours, locked with mine. Her radiant beauty, that I could never fully capture, no matter how hard I tried, left me awestruck.
She moved to the side of my bed, and pushed away my bed covers. For some reason I was naked. The cold night air washed over my body, and I blushed fiercely. Smirking, she bent down and pressed her lips against my forehead in a kiss, and murmured "Goodnight, young one." She smelt of clouds, and purple, and stardust. Drawing back, she unzipped my body, and pulled me open. It was painless. She climbed inside my body, and again, I felt no discomfort. Somehow she fit perfectly. Crimson seeped into her hair. Her blood fused with mine. Her breathing slowed, and she fell asleep like that. Warmed by my insides. Words can't describe what it felt like, to have Cracky sleeping inside of my body. To smell my blood, mingling with her scent of clouds, and purple, and stardust.