Clearing the Room

I woke when the room started to lighten with the sun's rising. My supposed black out curtains did nothing for the increasing light. But I didn't want to get up. Not yet. I brought my hand up to where I knew the necklace was though I could not feel it. The necklace whose box refused to open until we had both touched it. But I could not recall my mother ever telling me that I needed this man in order to be able to wear it. Perhaps she would have, had she not been murdered after telling me to hide it. I allowed the memories to surface once again. The strength of my sorrow and grief were nearly non-existent. Calmed by the presence of the man inside and beside me as well as the knowledge that her necklace would forever be a part of me.

The man, the dog, the cat shifted behind me. I rolled over and snuggled closer to him. He held me close. I slid my hand down to his scrotum. There were more balls in the sac than was normal for any animal. I could feel energy start to flow through my hand. His scrotal sac cooled. The man lifted my chin while the six testicles gradually became two. I could see his frown deepen when I still refused to look at him. I kissed him tenderly. He returned the kiss. The energy stopped flowing through my hand and I embraced the man tightly, hoping he'd understand. He held me back firmly. His energy reluctantly accepted my acceptance. I knew he wanted to see it in my eyes to make sure I really felt that way. But I could not give that to him. Not without one of my gifts interfering first. He stroked my head. He rubbed my back. We kissed a couple times before I returned to sleep.

I woke with a throbbing headache. My ears felt really warm. My tongue tingled. I felt dizzy and slightly nauseated. I bit my tongue lightly to try and get rid of the tingling feeling. Which only proved to make my nausea and dizziness worse. I turned my head slightly and tried to open my eyes. But they refused to open. My eyes glued shut with dried, crusty, lacrimal discharge. I moaned when the man shifted beside me. He licked my face and neck. I grunted and pressed my hands against his chest. He felt concerned and brushed my cheek with his fingers.

My Higher Self touched my heart with calm to confirm a gift shift. I took a shuddering breath. I didn't understand. Why would a gift make me dizzy? Why would it make my tongue feel abnormal? The man distracted me from my thoughts when he brushed his lips against mine. I kissed him lightly. He kissed me a couple times before he climbed out of bed. Despite lying still, the throbbing and the spinning continued. I tried to focus on my breath. Tried to focus my mind so the dizziness stopped churning my guts. The man returned and slid his arm under my neck. He supported my head as he lifted me into a sitting position. I moaned. He helped me drink some soup. What was this gift that it would incapacitate me like this? Was it because of the necklace? Was it because we had sex? Anything was possible. But where this was a gift shift, I didn't quite understand what kind of gift would leave me so disoriented.

My head was spinning more now, but the accompanying nausea had left. The man lay beside me. He petted my arm and my side. I must have fallen asleep again, because the next thing I remember was the man trying to feed me again. My head rolled to the side when he lifted me. He held part of a sandwich up to my lips, but I didn't take a bite. He grunted and tried again. I shook my head slightly. My mouth didn't feel off anymore, but I was still very dizzy. The man shifted his hold on me. He licked and nibbled my ears. He gave each one a playful tug that made them pop. The pressure in my head decreased and my dizziness was starting to subside. I turned to him. I kissed him. He kissed me back. I kissed him a little harder.

He moaned and turned me so I lay on the bed again. He lifted my legs and started thrusting. The thin penis of the cat and dog tickled my clitoris before entering my vagina. The thin tip was followed by the larger penis of the man. I twitched as the small portion of the dog's penis continued to tickle its way up to and through my cervix. Only then did the tip balloon. Balloon enough that I gasped with the pressure inside my cervical opening. The smaller portion had expanded more. His penis was now the combination of the three parts of himself. Just as the two—very large—balls in his scrotum were.

There was much more pleasure in this connection. Satisfaction without lack. I sang. I whistled. I loved the man/dog/cat that made love to the woman/bird I was. I reached my peak. But the man continued to rock. Move in such a way that I was pushed to an even higher peak. I gasped. I groaned. The man whined and panted, but I could feel his joy when his release came. We kissed. We caressed. We moaned while we waited for the head of his dog penis to shrink enough to come out of my uterus. The man nibbled on my neck. I twitched with the first shift in his penis.

For several minutes after that, I felt twitch after twitch of pleasure as his penis deflated and retracted. I brought my legs down to the bed. I finally managed to peel my eyes open. My vision was bleary. I closed my eyes and rubbed them. Picking away the gunk that still clung to my eyelashes. The man stopped my work with several more kisses. We kissed a few more times as his penis retracted fully.

"Thank you," I said, opening my eyes slightly.

"Thank you," he purred as he rubbed his head against my chest.

I stroked his head, not really registering the fact that my brain had translated his sounds and actions into understandable human words.

He lifted me into a sitting position. I leaned against him, still a little disoriented. He held me in his arms while I ate the three sandwiches he had brought me. Eating helped me wake up a little more. Helped clear up my vision. It was late afternoon now, but I was feeling a little restless. Guess that meant I was to dress and try and do something. I rubbed my eyes a little more once I had finished all three sandwiches. I shifted toward the edge of the bed to get up.

The man continued to support me as I stumbled across the room for clothes. I found and handed him a pair of pants that were way too big for me. An old friend had given them to me as a joke at her bachelorette party. He put them on while I dressed. I was glad to see that they fit. I staggered out of the bedroom. The man followed my drunken steps to my office. I pushed the door open and winced. The negative energy released by my clients, and the negativity I had released, yesterday, hung thickly in the air. The simple box that had held the necklace still sitting on the floor where I had left it the night before.

I picked it up. I closed it. I put it back into its hiding place. Then I gathered my books and put them back on their shelves. I grabbed an essential oil blend and spritzed it around the room. The energy started to shift. Started to lighten, but it wasn't clearing the way I needed it to. I didn't want to burn the sage bundle if I didn't have to. The last thing I needed was my neighbors complaining about the smell that lingered for hours after a good smudging. I scanned my eyes over my other oils. Over my plant essences. I felt my stones to see if any of them needed to be placed in a different spot for a while.

Nothing was feeling right to get the rest of this negativity to shift. I looked at my tuning fork sets with the same result. I sighed. I turned to grab my sage bundle when I heard something yell at me. The man tipped his head to the side. There was something I had missed in my scan. I turned, spotting the bottle of Rose water. I had wondered where I had put it. I picked up the bottle and spritzed the liquid into the air in front of me. It cleared the lingering negativity in the space.

I sprayed the rest of the room. I took a deeper breath with the shift. This was how my office was supposed to feel. How I had set it up to feel—safe. Safe for anyone who came in here to release the things holding them back without judgment. The man stepped into the room then. I spritzed a little of the Rose water around him and felt his energy rise. I sprayed it around me and more around the room for good measure. Then I put the bottle in a place where I would see it, should I need it again.

I gathered all of my used sheets and carried them to my laundry room. Then I returned to my office and dusted. I checked my email and my voicemail for any appointment requests. There were none. Which was fine with me. Give myself—and my office—time to process. I stood to leave the office when the man wrapped his arms around my waist and purred. I turned to him. We kissed. He purred some more as he nibbled on my neck. It tickled. He playfully bit my ears. Tugging lightly. I caressed his cheek. He kissed my ears then let go.

We left the office together. I entered the kitchen and started making waffles and bacon. Yes, I had just eaten three sandwiches, but I was feeling hungry again. I made a lot of waffles. We ate everything. I felt over full when I finished. I took my dishes to the sink. I weaved on my feet. My energy level plummeted. The man picked me up before I collapsed. I wrapped my arms around him as he carried me to bed. He lay me down, but I didn't let go. He lay beside me then covered us with the blanket. I fell asleep.