My mother thinks its to do with the security blanket all minds have to save itself from trauma, but hers is only making it worse en blocking her from the outside world and sending her into a never ending cycle of her experience with the man I rescued her from. I being the spitting image of my mother, but for the male version, my sister is the spitting image of my late father who died in the Farie Dragon Wars two winters past. Blowjob sex “and for the love of the gods do not miss that window if you do. …”, She trailed off. My palms were sweating and my nerves were frayed. But still she sleeps and dreams. Suddenly I was aware I wasn’t alone, beside me stood the girl I rescued, awake and well.















