Lucid Love is my new story that I'm working on and right now I'm two chapters in and I can't wait to go on with chapter three.  I guess it's because I am a writer that I keep working on it - I can't just sit here and do nothing because I don't write that great.  Lol.  Even though I may not be a good writer, or good enough to entertain people then I'm still going to work on this project.  Why?  Because it's a story that I really want to write.  This story involves the emotional connection that I had with someone just a few years ago and I actually still have feelings for (Ooops!  Really?)  He was quite a nice guy that gave me that special feeling, and actually made me feel special.

I posted a section of the story in the Sneak Peak section of the Writers Circle, and I thought for those that actually read my blog that I would give you the complete chapter one:

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ONE

A gorgeous slender twenty-four-year-old boy stood in the doorway of the trashy motel room staring out at the empty parking lot, holding a joint between his lips.  His button-down shirt hung open revealing his smooth chest.  Relaxed and happy, David smiled taking a deep drag filling his lungs.  He coughed, knowing that it was a pure intoxicating weed and that his high was pushing him higher than he’s ever been before.  He tried to hold back a smile and remain serious, but was quite impossible and the moment overtook him.  He thought about everything going on in his life, and a tear rolled down his face.  Quickly he wiped the tear wanting to hide it from anyone that would see him.

“Hey, I’m not done with you yet.”  An older gruff voice jabbed from inside the dark motel room.

David rolled his eyes, dragging one last time on the joint, and flicking the butt off in front of him.  He watched it bounce on the macadam, and walked back into the room, shutting the door behind him.

The older man, probably somewhere in his sixties, overweight and disgusting sat on the edge of the bed wearing only a pair of loose boxers not pleasing to the eyes of anyone that would see him.  He stared at David’s body like a piece of meat, licking his lips ready to rip into him.  He tried to imagine what his body was like under his clothes.  “You fucking owe me.”  He stood up moving over and grabbing hold of David’s shirt.

“What the fuck, you need to back off.”  David pushed back violently on the man knocking him back towards the bed.  He made his way nervously over towards the door, wanting to leave this pervert as quickly as possible.

Breathing heavily, wanting now to beat the shit out of David instead of caressing his body in pleasure.  He stood up, his blood boiling hot as he rushed over towards the fleeing boy, pushing him down on the second bed. The man anxiously jumped on top of David straddling him and holding him down on the bed.  David struggled to try to push the man off.  The man reached for David’s neck with both hands, squeezing the life from his body.  

“Now we’ll see what the fuck you do for me.”  The man sadistically smiled at the sight of David’s red face as he squeezed harder.

Kicking and struggling from the grasp of the man’s hands, David wheezed and coughed as much as he could, trying to get this sicko off him.

“Will you do what I want?”  The man pulled David’s head off the bed wanting him to get the point of his control.  Smiling and waiting for David’s answer, the man stared at his weak submissive prisoner.  He loosened his grip around the boy’s neck to give him a chance.

“Yes, sir.”  David struggled to get out hoping that the man would accept his answer.  Relieved by the man’s release of his neck, David reached up rubbing his throat, waiting for the consequences the man was ready to dish out.

“Get on your knees.”  The man remarked, moving off David and standing beside the bed.  His boner stood ready for attention behind his boxers.  He smiled as David just looked up at him surprised by the choice of punishment.

“Are you serious?”  David reluctantly moved over towards the edge of the bed, staring at the dick resting behind the man’s boxers.  “I thought you just wanted someone to keep you company?”  He knew what he had to do and if he didn’t comply, then this man was capable of something far more painful.  David got down on his knees, looking back and forth from the bulge to the man’s face hoping for mercy.

“You ready to suck my dick?”  The man reached for the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down enough so it was staring David in the face.

David winced from the awful stench coming from the man’s crotch.  “I can’t do this, I’ll give you your mon--”  David stopped as a hand crashed hard against the side of his face, knocking him off to the side startled by the painful blow.  “What the fuck?”  Rubbing the sting on his face, David almost cried from the impact and the nightmare unveiling in front of him, but he remained calm knowing that the faster he did this he could actually get out.

“I don’t want my fucking money back.  I want your mouth on my DICK.”  The man grabbed David’s head forcing it back in front of his dick.  “Now put your mouth on my dick and suck.”

David’s mouth opened to breathe in some fresh air but instead, the man forced the disgusting dick into his mouth, jabbing the back of his throat.  Gagging on the monstrous beast, David pushed back on the man’s body but was held in place by the man’s hands on the back of his head.

It felt like hours as David continued to suck the man off and bring him to a pleasurable moment.  The man finally pushed David off and he fell back, resting against the bed as the man blew his orgasmic fluid all over David’s face.  It was easy for David to escape this moment by simply closing his eyes and pretending that he was somewhere else, anywhere but here.

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David now stood in the small dirty bathroom of the motel room, staring at his reflection in the broken mirror thinking about what just happened and how his life got to be so bad.  How did he go from graduating high school in the top ten to a gutter filled with sweat and cum?  Turning on the faucet the water poured out and he reached over letting it pour into his hands.  He was stuck, lost in a world of despair as it washed over his fingers.  Finally, he splashed it on his face, hoping to wipe away the stench covering his face.  He leaned on the sink with his hands for a few moments, bowing his head as if praying to God for these memories to be taken from him.

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David was now walking on the dark streets by himself.  Several cars passed by but was mostly deserted this late at night on the outskirts of town where plenty of bad deals and deadly transactions took place.  He made sure that he kept his eyes focused on the sidewalk in front of him not wanting anyone to think that he was prying into their business, one wrong glance could mean a bullet through the head.

His cell phone rang.  David jumped and glanced at the caller ID and saw that Franklin was checking in.  He knew that his customer probably called and complained and that Franklin was going to be pissed about the bad transaction tonight.  He decided to answer the call despite every bone in his body telling him to run for his life.

“Hey, Franklin.  What’s up?”  Anxiously waiting, hoping that everything would be okay.  David held his breath.

“You kidding me?  The customer didn’t pay you for tonight.”  Franklin’s anger came through the phone and David winced from the verbal beating.  “He only wanted you to stay with him and keep him company.”

“I know man, I’m sorry.  He was a prick though.”

“I don’t care if he was fat and ugly and sweaty all over.  He was paying you to stay with him and then leave after he fell asleep.  That’s why you’re in this business.”

“I know, but he wanted more than what he was gonna pay for.”

“You’re a bitch, that’s what you are and a bitch does what the customer wants.  If you don’t get paid then I don’t get paid.  He doesn’t sign a contract picking what job he wants to do.”

David stopped at the bus stop where a few other people were waiting and minding their own business.  “If you want me to pay for tonight I will.”

“You bet your fucking ass you’re gonna pay, and you’re gonna finish the job.  Go back to the motel and wait for him to come back.”

“What?”  The remark shocked David.  “I’m not going back to that guy there ain’t no way.”

“Not only are you going back to the customer, but you’re gonna be doing something free for him.  Whatever he wants you’re gonna spend the whole night with him.”  

The phone went dead before David got a chance to argue his protest.  Shoving his phone into his pocket, he stared at the people around him.  He smiled at them, hoping they didn’t understand the context of his conversation.  He stood there dumbfounded, trying to figure out what he was going to do.

The bus pulled up to the side of the curb and everyone made their way on.  David stood at the door considering his option.  He stared at the bus driver who was far beyond frustrated with David’s lingering at the door.

“Are you getting on or not?”  Agitated by David, he waited for the boy to either get on the bus or move back.

David smiled as he finally walked on the bus and made his way for a seat towards the back.  Many of the seats were empty, but he wanted as far as he could from the people that heard his discussion on the phone.  Humiliation was David’s kryptonite, and he wasn’t ready for wandering eyes staring at him, trying to figure out what he did for a living.

He finally sat down on a seat beside an older businessman in his forties reading a newspaper, trying to ignore everything going on around him.  “Sorry, is it okay if I sit here?”  David remarked, being embarrassed by the fact that he sat beside someone when there were empty seats available on most of the bus.  He smiled as the man ignored him, but that didn’t stop David.  “I know it seems like I could just get up and leave you here to your paper, but I like to meet new people.”  He waited for the man to respond.

The man chuckled, finally looking over at David.  He wore a business outfit that nicely fit his body and a tie loose around his neck.  “It’s fine, I don’t mind the company, folding up the paper and putting it off to the side.  “You’re quite engaging with strangers.”  He reached out a hand, waiting for David to shake it.  “Andrew.”

“David.”  Staring at Andrew’s face, he seemed lost in the pleasant features and couldn’t help but think of the contrast between the customer he sucked off and now this guy, wishing that he was the customer.  “You always on this bus?  You don’t seem like the type that would be riding public transportation in this area of town.”

Andrew chuckled, agreeing with David.  “Actually, my car is in the shop and unfortunately I had a meeting on this side of town and it went late.”

“This side of town?  What kind of business are you in?”  David laughed at the idea of someone dressed so nicely having to work on the dark side of hell.  He gave Andrew a quick once over when Andrew wasn’t paying attention.  Stopping on the partial bulge in Andrew’s pants, he got stuck on the package hoping that this wasn’t the last time he saw this guy.

“What stop--”  Andrew saw that David was looking at his pants and he smiled.  “--Are you heading for?”

David saw Andrew looking at him and he grew nervous, hoping that he didn’t see his wandering eye.  “I’m all the way at the end by the beach.”

“Me too.”  Andrew remarked and smiled at the excitement on David’s face.

David’s phone rang and he reached inside his pocket quickly to grab it.  He saw that Franklin was calling and his demeanor went from excited to nervous.  “Hey, Franklin.”

“What the fuck are you doing?”  Franklin barked out, enraged by David’s defiance.  “I told you what you had to do, and I said that you had to spend the night with him.  He’s pissed.”

David stood up, moving over to another seat hoping that Andrew couldn’t hear his conversation.  “Why can’t you send someone else over?  I’m sure Diego would be good for this guy.”  He remarked, knowing that no one would want to spend the night with this guy and he really didn’t like Diego so it seemed like a perfect situation.  

“Fine, I’ll try to smooth it over but you still owe me a thousand dollars for tonight.”  

David appeared shocked at the amount and goes to answer, but Franklin disconnected the call.  He looked back at Andrew and saw the smile on his face.  “What?”

Andrew looked around to see if anyone was close enough to care about his conversation with David.  “You wanna get a drink?”  He smiled as David walked back to the seat beside him and sat down.  “I saw you looking.”  He waited for David to remember and smiled, even more, when David’s face grew red from embarrassment.

“Ah fuck.  Are you serious?”  David couldn’t believe that Andrew actually saw him staring at his pants.  “I can’t believe I’m not better at this.”  He chuckled, glancing over at Andrew.  “Does that mean that you’re--”  David couldn’t finish the question.  He didn’t want to embarrass Andrew or force him to reveal something he wasn’t ready to say.  “I’m sorry if you don’t wanna answer.”

Andrew smiled.  “I wanted to know if you just wanted to get a drink.  I didn’t ask you to come back to my place to have sex.”  He tried to make it sound obvious that he was actually answering his question, and David smiled.

“Can I honestly say that this will probably be your biggest mistake to spend time with me.”  David smiled as they both stood and made their way towards the exit door.

“Why’s that?”  Intrigued by the remark, Andrew wanted David to answer.

Outside under the street lights, Andrew and David made their way across the busy street towards a bar sitting on the corner.  Loud music intruded the air around the building as some of the patrons sat outside enjoying the night air.

“Why do you think it’s going to be a mistake?”  Andrew obsessively asked.

David smiled at Andrew and walked up the steps and Andrew caught a glance of the nice butt resting in David’s pants.  He smiled like a happy schoolboy at the prize in front of him.  He followed David through the crowded room, making their way to the bar.

“I didn’t think you were old enough for a drink.”   Andrew shouted over the music.

“Are you serious?  Why?”  He knew his looks were mostly boyish and that’s why many of his customers requested him, but he wanted to have some fun with him and make him squirm.

Andrew motioned at the bartender for two bottles.  He then looked back at  David seeing the look on his face.  “Are you upset with me?”  He tried to make things right before losing any chance with him.

“No, I just wanted to know why you were flirting with a younger guy that wouldn’t be old enough to drink?”  David grabbed hold of a beer and took a drink, waiting for the awkward answer to his question.  “It’s okay, I know I look younger than what I am.”  He sighed, not wanting to reveal big secrets on their possible first date.  “There’s probably something you should know about me before we--”

“Before we what?”  Andrew seemed a little confused by all the secrecy, beginning to act nervous about things.  “You wanna go outside and sit?  We can talk better out there.”

“Sure.”  David felt a little confused by the conversation.

David and Andrew made their way back out through the crowded room towards the door.  Finding a nice table away from the other people outside, they both sat down.

“I know you’re thinking I’m a prick or something.”  Andrew remarked not wanting to ruin this pleasant time.  “I’m not sure how to answer your question right now.”

“Stop, I’m making this awkward because I’m not used to guys being so nice.  I was just giving you a hard time.”  David remarked, taking a drink from his bottle.  “I hope you don’t get me wrong or anything.  I don’t care that you flirted with me.”

Andrew reached over with his hand, placing it gently on David’s hand that was resting on the table.  “I do want you to come home with me.”  He waited, wanting to see the response on David’s face.  “It’s not that I wanna have sex with you.”  He chuckled, embarrassed by the situation.  “I’m just tired of being alone.”

David smiled not being able to hold it back.  He gently grabbed hold of Andrew’s hand.   “I would love to.”  He forgot about the information that he wanted Andrew to know before anything happened, but Andrew’s invitation took him by surprise.

They both sat there enjoying each other’s companionship drinking their beers, laughing here and there at the funny stories that they were sharing.  They were definitely having some kind of feelings for each other, but how far would it go?  Neither of them wanted anything to ruin this, whatever this was.

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Andrew sat on the edge of his bed still wearing his dress clothes.  His room was small and cluttered and felt almost too small with all the furniture.  “I know it’s not much.”  He called out towards the bathroom.
David stood in the small bathroom, his reflection stared back at him as he tried to make out why this nicely dressed businessman lived in a trailer park.  Glancing back at the huge shower, he smiled at the possibilities laughing to himself.  “It’s okay, it’s comfortable.”

Andrew laughed, pulling off his tie.  “You don’t have to like it for me.”  He stood up, beginning to unbutton his shirt he then caught a glance of his average chest in the mirror causing him to stop and overthinking what was happening.  “Are you sure you wanna be here?”  Sighing, he reached for a pack of cigarettes sitting by his small television on his dresser.  “I’m not forcing you to do anything you don’t wanna do.  I just enjoy having someone here.”

David walked out of the bathroom as Andrew made his way for the door out to the deck, with a cigarette dangling between his lips.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to spend time with you.”  David moved in closer to Andrew, staring at him, getting close to his face.  “I made a move on you tonight, and now it’s time to make the magic happen.”

Andrew moved back from David, pushing open the door.  “I had a pretty stressful day, can we just cuddle and watch a movie or something?”  Andrew lit his cigarette and walked outside, hoping that David would not runoff.

David stood in the doorway puzzled by Andrew’s remark.  “So, you don’t wanna have sex?”  David saw Andrew’s awkwardness and knew that something was wrong, but knew things would be worse if he told Andrew he was an escort.  “What’s wrong?  I thought you were bringing me back here because you liked what you saw?”  He joked, trying to make light of the situation.

“Listen, flirting with you felt nice and everything but now I’m here and I’m just feeling overwhelmed.  I never--”  Andrew took a drag on the cigarette, turning his attention in the opposite direction hoping that David would not get what he was saying.

David walked up closer to Andrew.  “I had a bad day also, and I didn’t have to come here with you but I did.  So tell me what you’re acting like I’m doing you a big favor or something.”  He waited for an answer, hoping that somehow something would break the ice.

Andrew took a drag on his cigarette then looked over at David.  “I’m not anywhere close to what you should be with.  I’m sure that you could be with anyone you like.”

David laughed, wishing that he held it back but finally figuring out why Andrew was being so different.  “You have to know something about me, if I didn’t wanna be with you I would’ve sat somewhere else on the bus.”

Andrew smiled feeling more relaxed than just a few minutes ago.  “Now what?”

David smiled, wrapping his arms around Andrew.  “You’re not getting rid of me that fast.  You’re definitely different from everyone else.”  He wanted to lean in and kiss Andrew, but he didn’t know how Andrew would react.

Andrew beamed with excitement at the touch of David’s arms wrapped around him.  The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through his body, and David smiled at the tremor from Andrew’s.

“I’m glad I got on the bus tonight”  David pulled back and remarked staring at Andrew with his gorgeous dark eyes.

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Ian Baker, a young twenty-one-year-old boy, walked through an alleyway between two motel buildings.  Trash bins and spare furniture littered the path making it hard to get through with ease.  Ian’s head was shaved, but the appearance made him more attractive and mysterious.  

He walked over to a gate leading to the backside of the motel and the ocean just about fifty yards off.  “Shit.”  He grabbed hold of the chain that wrapped around the gate, keeping people from using the path for access to the beach.  He then looked behind him considering the option of leaving or just giving up on the quest in front of him.  “What am doing?”  Nothing ever felt simple for Ian and he knew that this gate wasn’t going to stop him so he turned back and took the gate with ease, climbing over it, but carefully as he didn’t want to ruin his nice clothes.

Jumping to the ground on the other side Ian felt relieved and smiled.  He then grabbed his cell phone and saw the time realizing that he was late and took off at a decent jog towards the beach.  He didn’t want to sweat and smell like a cheap bastard so he cut it down to a fast walk.

On the empty beach, Ian looked around for any sign of someone waiting for him, but there was no one there except for a few seagulls sleeping on the sand.  The sound of the crashing waves became the soundtrack for his time on the beach.  He then decided to sit down on the sand and watch the waves break on the ocean floor in the darkness.

He sighed, considering that the person was late also or wasn’t going to show up and was thinking about just leaving.  He pulled out an already smoked joint that still had a few more good drags.  Ian lit the joint and took a big drag filling up his lungs.  Coughing a few times, he laid back on the sand, staring up at the pleasant night sky trying to forget that he was frustrated with his online date not showing up.

It was easy for Ian to relax under the influence of weed as many things in his life kept him stressed.  His disturbing home life was exactly that--disturbing, and his mother made it more difficult with the countless number of sleepover dates that she found at the bar where she worked.  Ian also felt like a protector of his younger brother that became the target of abuse from the boyfriends she let watch her son while she was at work.  It was clearly a bad choice.  He couldn’t prove it, and his brother wouldn’t ever say anything to him, but he always thought that his brother was molested by one of his mother’s dates.  If Ian ever found proof he would kill whoever took advantage of his brother--that’s how much he loved his brother.

He took a few more drags on the joint, enjoying the high that covered his mind in a fog.  Smiling and coughing as he held the joint between his lips, he gazed off at the stars one more time hoping to escape this rotten world not caring about anything.

A dark figure walked up the beach as Ian stood up.  He squeezed out one last drag before flicking the butt off beside him.  He stared intently at the figure trying to see if he could make out who it was.  Hoping that it wasn’t his date since it was later now and he was high, Ian watched chanting something under his breath and willing it not be the guy meeting him.

“Ian?”  The soft male voice called out.

He rolled his eyes, thinking about pretending he wasn’t Ian but smiled at the crazy awkward moment.  “Yeah.”

The man, probably in his early thirties and wearing a silky high collar button-down shirt possibly from the seventies, walked out of the shadows and looked at Ian with a plastic smile from behind his beard trying to calm a situation.  “I’m sorry I’m late, but I was just finishing up dinner with a friend.”  He reached out a hand invading Ian’s space and grabbing hold of his hand, forcing Ian to shake it.  “I know it’s late and if you don’t wanna do this tonight I can understand.”  He turned and looked at the ocean, sighing loudly to relax.  “Man, doesn’t the ocean just seem peaceful and inviting tonight?”

Ian smiled in disbelief at the man’s demeanor and felt really uncomfortable with every vibe he was giving off.  “You know I’m not feeling that awesome right now.”  Lying to the man as he soared high into the clouds from the weed he just had.  “If you wanna do this another night that would be great.”

The man looked back still with his plastic smile, but almost upset that Ian was going to leave.  “That’s your call, but I’m taking a swim.”  The man walked forward taking off his shirt and dropping it to the sand, as if not caring where it landed.  He then took off his pants revealing his bare butt out in plain sight.

“What the fuck?”  Ian chuckled to himself looking around for any sign of someone watching.  “This guy IS crazy.”  Remarking under his breath.

The man turned back when he reached the water, completely naked.  “Are you coming for a swim?”

Stuck in the spot where he stood, trying to ignore the man’s dick staring at him.  Ian enjoyed the high and tried to consider the question the man was asking.  “I’m not sure I wanna swim at night.”  He chuckled, considering the excitement and then took off his shirt revealing his young chest which wasn’t shaped like a model but still something to look at.  Walking out towards the water as if he was going out to swim, forgetting to take off his pants.  He stopped, staring at the naked man splashing around in the water.  He unbuckled his pants pulling them down a little, letting them fall to the ground.  Ian stepped out of his pants still wearing a pair of blue boxers.  He made his way towards the unpleasant frigid water and jumped in covering himself completely.

“Now that’s what you call excitement.”  The man remarked as he saw Ian resurface.

Ian wiped the water from his eyes, staring at the crazy man treading water over a few waves.  “Yeah, I guess.”  He smiled at the sensation of the up and down of the waves and the weed pulsing through his body.  “Excitement.”  Whispering to himself, Ian stared back at the beach almost wanting to be home safely in bed but tried to at least enjoy this moment.  His flighty spirit carried him over the waves creating a wild reaction through his mind.

They enjoyed the water for a few moments coasting over the waves, and the man moved casually closer to Ian and was finally directly behind him.  Ian turned back to see the man almost too close for comfort causing him to jump a little.  

“What are you doing?”  Ian smiled trying to be polite, knowing that this crazy man was naked and wasn’t really in the mood for anything in the water.

“I just wanna hold you.”  The man awkwardly remarked, moving up close to Ian, almost too close.  “Don’t you just wanna stay here all night?”  The plastic uncomfortable smile was back.

“Can we go back to the beach now?”  Ian hoped that the man would agree, but that stopped when he felt the man invading his thigh with his hand.  “Why don’t we do this on the--”  He stopped as the sensation covered his body as the man finally reached Ian’s crotch and began to fondle him.  “Please, stop.  What are you doing?”  Ian pushed back on the man getting a few feet back from his reach.

“What are you doing?”  He seemed unaffected by Ian’s request.

“I’m done.”  Swimming off towards the beach, Ian decided this was enough from the crazy man and wanted to leave.  Stumbling a little at the edge of the water, Ian stood up and wiped his face and grabbed his pants with anger boiling under his skin.  “What the fuck am I doing here?”  He remarked pulling his pants on over his wet body, turning to see the naked man heading towards him in a calmly scary way.  I don’t get you.  I’m not into this.”

“I thought you were here for me tonight?”  The man smiled not understanding Ian’s unpleasant mood.  “When we talked online you seemed like anything could happen.”

“First of all, your picture isn’t exactly the truth and then you were late and then we go swimming in the dark AND ThEN YOU TOUCH MY DICK.”  He struggled to put his shirt on over his wet body.  “I gave it a try, but I’m done.”

“Can I make it up to you?  Maybe we could get a drink at my place?”  The man innocently tried to invite Ian.  He put on his pants, waiting for Ian to answer.

“No, I’m not going anywhere with you especially your place.”  He stormed off towards the gate and his freedom.

The man stood there, anger beginning to invade his still pleasant mood as Ian walked off.  He grabbed the silky shirt on the sand, quickly putting it on.  He then ran off towards Ian, pushing him forward hard--

Ian went crashing face-first into the sand.  He pushed up to his hands and knees, trying to figure out what just happened.  “What the hell is your problem?”

“You don’t treat me like a monster.”  The man kicked Ian on the side of the stomach.

Ian moaned from the impact, falling back to the sand in pain.  “What are you doing?”  Ian struggled to remark as he struggled to look at the man who finally walked off, entering the darkness and disappearing.  “What the hell was that?”  He rolled over on to his back, staring up at the stars trying to enjoy the feeling still pulsing through his body from the weed.

After a few moments, Ian finally reached for his cell phone deep inside his front pocket, wincing a little from the stretch. 

He dropped the phone in the sand feeling a little too comfortable and closed his eyes and went to sleep.  He was finally free from the nightmare and he just wanted to sleep in the waves of his mind.

So this is my new adventure that I'm working on, and I hope that someone will enjoy it and be a little intrigued to wanna see more.  Over time, yes the writing will hopefully get better but at least hopefully I can tell a story that people would want to read.  Hopefully!  Because I have a ton more ideas that I would like to put down, but I better take some time and focus on my current project - Lucid Love