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Death By Touch 8
Only after Melarvious left, still smelling of me and the love we made, did I finally peel away the layers of fantasy from my eyes and open them to see and face the reality before me. Sir Gargilre’s letter was one of the first bits of reality I had to face. I am sure it is nothing for me to fret about. It would surely be nothing more than him telling me not to get too used to the feeling of being able to touch humans and creatures without hurting them. He shall most likely tell me that it shall be a good long while before he makes another potion that has drained him so. Melvie and I already assumed that that would be the case. We did not fret, though. We enjoyed the time that we had with one another. We did not complain when it was over. We just left it at that and filled with contentment. “Now where did I leave that letter?”
It was six o’clock in the morning, and I did not feel the least bit tired. I felt the exact opposite, in fact. I felt awake, alive, rejuvenated. I feel as if I am floating on air. Chuckles. I look down and notice that I actually am hovering just a few centimeters off of the ground. I laugh, setting my bare feet back onto my plush silver carpet and continuing on the search for that letter. Unlike most mornings where I am forced to roam around my house be cause of restlessness, I did not bother be fully clothed. I had only bothered to back on the Tripps Melvie loves so much. “Aha! There you are.” I pull the letter from the pocket of my overcoat and place myself on the black velvet couch. I smile sliding my hand along the place where only a few moments earlier, Melvie’s body had graced it with her touch and her skin. I was never getting rid of these changes. I may even keep this look for a bit longer than two weeks. “Now, what ramblings are hidden inside these folds?” I open the letter and proceed to read, thankful that he does not write the way he speaks.
