The shadow beside her bed had become darker, taking on a more solid appearance. She stared, transfixed, as it changed shape, and then she recognized the outline of a human form. But it was still a hazy shadow.
“Who are you?” she whispered. “How do you know my name?”
“You belong to me, Sara-Lyn, and I know everything about you. You will belong to me for all eternity. Surrender yourself to me now.”
“I am too tired to fight anymore,” she said. “Do with me as you wish.”
The misty shadow flowed towards her and over her, covering her with the cool softness of a light summer rain. Her last coherent thought was that she had no need to be afraid. Somehow she knew there would be no more fear. Then she gave herself over to the dream, and feelings replaced thoughts.
Sara could see the misty form which lay over her, feel its cool embrace, but she could touch nothing. Her hands could feel nothing solid. It was there and yet it wasn’t, and its cool caresses were soothing and pleasant.
“Sara-Lyn,” came the soft whisper, “are you ready to let my spirit embrace yours? Are you ready and willing to spend the rest of eternity with me?”
“Yes,” she sighed.
Her body felt as if it was on fire in spite of the coolness of the misty shadow that covered her. The mist felt almost refreshing. She felt it flowing into her open mouth gently and slowly, and she inhaled deeply. It came into her eyes, filling her head with bright, swirling colours and shifting shadow patterns. Every pore of her flesh was alive with sensation and feeling as the silvery mist flowed over, around, and into her body. She was lifted out of herself to a higher place somewhere deep within her soul. Nothing existed but feelings, more intense and beautiful than anything she had ever experienced. She gasped as the essence of its life spiralled through her, draining her of all emotion and thought and feeling.
After what seemed like hours, she shuddered as she felt the mist leaving her. It left as gently as it had taken possession, and she saw it form at the foot of the bed, the shadowy shape of a human which now took on a greenish glow as its insubstantial form shifted and flowed within itself. She was incapable of any speech or movement, overcome by a dreamlike state of drowsiness.
Now the mist began to solidify and Sara’s eyes grew wide. This… person was absolutely beautiful, more beautiful than any person had a right to be, in her opinion. The body was white but the greenish glow still surrounded it, swirling and tumbling like soft neon lights.
“Sleep now, Sara-Lyn. You will be part of me for all eternity.”
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