“If only you could.” He sat up, left the bed, and stood. His cock tented the front of his pants, reminding me of how big he was.
My heart sank. “Saint?”
He stuck his hands in his pants and adjusted his cock. “I told you that this Christmas will be different.”
“Okay. Fine.” I sat up. “But can we do this different part tomorrow and you fuck me now? That way I will really learn my lesson.”
He turned around and walked off. “You’re a horny little freak when you’ve been drinking.”
“Just because your name is Saint doesn’t mean you have to be one.”
He continued forward. “Trust me. My thoughts aren’t saint-like right now.”
“You should feel how wet I am.”
He stopped but didn’t turn around.
“Saint,” I begged. “Come back to bed, please.”
“No.” He walked over to the door and grabbed the knob.
“This is bullshit!”
He turned around and glared at me. “Too bad. I would love to be deep inside of your wet pussy tonight. But I happen to want more than that. I want your heart, your soul, and all of your time.”
And then he left.
“Asshole!” I picked up a pillow and slung it at the door. I fell back on the bed and let out a long breath. I was super horny and only Saint could take care of it. While I packed my vibrator, it was no replacement for his thick, long cock.
He was mad.
I understood.
But in the end, I was saving him.
I looked at the Northern Lights. The enchanted lines of color in the night sky soothed me. There, I remained—on my back, stargazing. Silence covered me like a blanket. My lids dropped over my eyes.
Minutes later, I passed out, sinking into the land of slumber.
In my dream, my body lifted from the bed on its own.
“What?” I gazed at my glowing hands. “I can fly?”
Blinking, I looked behind me and saw my physical body sleeping on the bed. My physical form had her mouth open. Drool dripped out of the corner of those lips.
“God, I’m so drunk.” I continued to rise and turned back to see me going straight to the glass ceiling. “No!”
I went right through it, feeling nothing.
“Oh fuck! That was. . .close. . .” I was outside of my villa, rising to the sky and close to touching the shimmering Northern Lights. My body shifted from horizontal to vertical. Still, I floated, almost standing on some invisible cloud. “W-where am I going? What’s happening?”
I looked at my hands. They brightened even more into this golden glow. I opened and closed my fingers. “What is this?”
I gazed down at my clothes. I no longer wore the outfit from last night. Instead, I had on a simple pair of white pajamas, similar to what I wore as a kid.
A deep voice sounded behind me. “It’s your spirit.”
I spun around, not even knowing I had control of my floating body.
A man rose with me. At least, I thought he was a man. A golden flame surrounded his face and rose above his head. The glow waved in this swirling pattern, never stopping. His head looked like the top of a lit candle. His skin was a dark bronze that glimmered in the starlight. He wore a pale blue robe that continuously shifted from side to side as if the garment lived too.
We rose higher.
Shocked, I pointed at him. “Who are you?”
“Your mother told you about me.”
“Y-you mean the other dream? That wasn’t real?”
“What is a dream?”
“It’s a. . .” I looked down and saw the Earth below my feet. “Holy shit!”
“I kindly ask you not to speak that way. We don’t need any other entities coming for this lesson.”
I hugged myself, not knowing what else to do. “Lesson?”
“Your mother called us all for a sort of symposium of the soul. Your soul, actually.”
“This is a weird fucking dream.”
“Your mother did a lot to get all of our favors.” He grinned. Those white eyes brightened. “She’s an amazing woman.”
We rose higher through the sky until the Earth became small and nonexistent.
He stuck his hand into his robe. It must’ve been a pocket or something. He pulled out a long crystal key. “Are you ready for your first lesson?”
I was still taking everything in. “Um. . .yes. . .I guess.”
We stopped rising and remained suspended in the air.
He pushed the key into the night sky. When he did, I couldn’t see the point of the key. I tilted my head, watching in fascination. He twisted the key. A white door formed in front of us. A black knob appeared. He grabbed and turned it.
The door opened.
“What the. . .I mean. . .” I peeked in.
A new reality existed inside. It was some sort of distant land—deserted but full of more doors. But there were no walls or foundation for them. They were just doors on a distant land all lined up together. They all had different colors and types of knobs. A burning red sky was above the doors and it kept swirling over and over. In the middle of the swirling was a small ball of white light.
He gestured at all the doors. “Let’s go.”
“W-what is this?”
“Your lesson.”
“I. . .I mean what is that place.”
“Your lesson.” He gestured for me to walk through.
Swallowing, I mumbled to myself as I walked through. “It’s just a dream. A really cool dream.”
Chapter 8
I Won’t Be Home for Christmas
I slowly walked in the middle of a long path of doors. They were unattached to any foundation. They simply stood there.
The deep voice sounded behind me. “Pick a door.”
I looked over my shoulder. He was right next to me although I hadn’t sensed him so close. I turned back to the doors. “Which one?”
“It doesn’t matter. The one you choose is the one you’re supposed to walk through.”
“What if it isn’t?”
“Life is a choice. There are no wrong picks. Just destiny or lessons.”
I shook my head, not liking his answer. “Where is this place?”
“Your lesson.”
“Jesus Ch—”
“Please, don’t do that.”
I sighed. “Sorry.”
“He’s busy enough.”
“Oh.” I raised my eyebrows. “So, there’s a heaven?”
“There’s everything.”
“Meaning?”
“Pick a door.”
I walked down the path. All the doors looked different. There were tons of wooden ones. I spotted a few metal doors. Some were glass although I couldn’t see anything within them. The further I strolled forward, the stranger the doors began to get. One was shaped like a triangle. Another formed into a star. I was about to go to that one, but for some reason the door on the right caught my attention.
It was mounted on brass and formed a large circle, reminding me of an antique mirror. I walked up to it and looked at the knob. It was gold with silver carvings of flowers imposed on the top, resembling something out of the French Renaissance.
The odd man stood on my side. “You picked this one?”