12-11-11
Floor
C and I are naked on the floor at the edge of a room in a strange mansion. We sit with our backs pressed together; there is no thought, but only physically pure sensation, running up our spines, crawling on skin. She seems to be everywhere though I can't see her.
Later I clumsily hold her in my lap, feeling a tiny bit shy, but neither of us do anything or have a care in the world.
Plane
While walking through a field, as if wandering away blindy from some unknown fate, through tall grass and wind in the afternoon, I'm abducted by aliens into a low-flying plane.
I'm kept to slave with many of my kind onboard, though slaving here is a curious sort, something like a mode of living in which everything is as mundane, raw, deliberate as can be, as a prisoner told to act more imprisoned. For weeks this continues.
One day the plane suddenly begins to go down, and I know that the aliens are concerned with their various life-support systems. Therefore I quickly discover the way to the door and make for it, only to turn around at the last moment to wake my fellow prisoners. I awake as we all fall through the sky, land and run softly through fields again.
