'Fan-Tasy'
by Heather Poinsett

After a long day at work, you finally get home.  You hop in the bathtub
and decide to hit the hay early (for you) at around 11.  You begin
dreaming as soon as your head touches the pillow.  You dream of being
with Nunkies.  He begins giving you a foot massage and suddenly he
begins to lightly tickle your feet.  You try in vain to escape from the
tickling but you can’t (as if you'd really want to escape from
Nunkies).  You wake up with a smile and then realize that the tickling
has not stopped.  You can also tell that you have kicked off the blanket
and sheet as you slept.  The tickling continues and begins traveling up
your bare calf.  You freeze, your heart beating like a rabbit.  Despite
the fact you are frightened beyond belief, you cannot help but feel some
excitement.

"I swear, I’ll take those self-defense classes if I can get out of
this," you say to yourself.  "Now, I’m going to bite the bullet, and
turn around."  You turn, but keep your eyes closed.  Thinking that
whoever it was would think you were turning in sleep and they would
return to stealing the TV, VCR and computer.  The gentle caresses
continue.  Traveling up your legs and then across your chest.  You
nearly sneeze as a feather travels lightly across your lips.  You open
your eyes, warily.

Nunkies smiles down at you.

"Bonsoir, ma pre’cieux," he murmurs softly.  He is holding your feather
fan and he continues, letting it travel down your chin, onto your neck.


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