I sat up in bed, my body overheating. A bead of sweat rolled down my neck as I shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around me. My mind was still in a relentless haze, the remnants of a dream consuming my thoughts. I reached out and grabbed the cold glass on my nightstand, taking a sip.
“Wow!” I sighed.
The dream was so vivid, I could remember everything about it. The woman was beautiful and powerful, I’d never encountered anything like her. I closed my eyes and tried to recall every detail of her face.
She looked…so familiar.
The buzzer to my apartment blared and I jumped. I rubbed my face and looked at the clock, 5:57 am. Who would be visiting me this early?
I grabbed my robe from the floor and wrapped it around me, hurrying to the intercom.
“Hello?”
“It’s me,” a soft voice spoke, “can you buzz me in?”
It was a woman’s voice, and it was very familiar. I felt the same sensation from earlier.
“Who is this?”
“Let me in,” she demanded.
“I don’t know who you are, you have the wrong number.” I replied, pressing the intercom button.
“Don’t you dare,” she warned, “you’ll regret it if you do.”
“Regret what?”
“You won’t be able to go back to your life.”
Her words sent a chill down my spine, who the hell was this girl? How did she know me?
“Are you going to let me in?”
“I can’t let you in if I don’t know who you are.”
“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you.”
I could tell from her voice that she was serious. Her tone was dark and threatening.
“Fine.” I sighed, pushing the button.
I heard the buzzing sound, signaling that the door was unlocked.
A few seconds later there was a knock at my door. I stood there, staring at the wooden barrier, unsure of what to do. I was only dressed in my pajamas and robe, my hair was a mess. It wasn’t even 6 in the morning yet!
“I’m not dressed,” I said.
“I don’t care.”
“Well, I do.”
“Open the door.”
I sighed, giving in. I unlocked the deadbolt and turned the knob, opening the door.
When I opened the door, there was no one there.
“Hello?” I called out.
“Behind you,” the voice said.
I turned around and was met by a gorgeous young woman with a long, dark, wavy mane. She had a strong jawline and her lips were plump. She was beautiful, but something about her was off. She wore a tight fitting white dress with black boots.
She was sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, looking very casual. She gave me a sly grin, her lips turning upward into a smile.
“How did you get in here?” I asked, closing the door behind me.
“Do you want me to explain how I got into your apartment, or do you want me to show you my power?”
“You have powers?” I was starting to doubt this girl’s sanity.
“I stopped time,” she explained, “that’s how I got in.”
“Time can’t stop.”
“You don’t think so?”
Suddenly I was holding a cup of coffee in my hand. I was no longer standing in the hallway, I was now sitting on the couch, across from the woman.
“Wha-“
“Told you.”
“But, how? That’s impossible.”
“Is it?” She asked.
She was smiling at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“You really did it? You stopped time?”
“Why would I lie to you?”
“Because you’re insane?”
She laughed, “No, I’m not.”
“Prove it.”
“Alright, you want proof?”
“Yes.”
“Watch this.”
The next thing I knew, my clothes were on the floor and I was wearing my shorts and tank top.
“You… changed my clothes!”
“Yep, I spent some time dressing you. not that you would have known. You were frozen in time.”
“This is… insane.”
“I told you, it’s not.”
She sat there, watching me as I tried to comprehend what had just happened.
“You can’t be real.”
“Oh, I am. Very much so.”
“You’re a Goddess?”
“If you want to call me that.”
“Are there more people like you?”
“No, I’m special.”
“I see.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
“No,” I replied quickly.
“Good.”
She smiled at me again, her eyes twinkling. She seemed happy that I didn’t want her to leave.
“How did you know I’d be home today?”
“I’ve been watching you for a while.”
“You’ve been watching me?”
“Yes, since you first came to this apartment.”
“That was six months ago.”
“It wasn’t easy, but I managed to track you down.”
“Why?”
“Why do you think?”
“I… have no idea.”
“I was drawn to you. Your energy is unique.”
“My energy?”
“You’re special. You’re not like everyone else.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Not at all.”
“So, what does this mean?”
“It means we’re going to spend a lot of time together.”
“I have to go to work.”
“I already called in sick for you.”
“You did?”
“Of course. I used your phone and called your boss.”
In a flash, I was back in my pajamas, sitting at the kitchen table. The woman was across from me, smiling.
“Wow,” was all I could manage to stammer.
“It’s pretty cool, right?”
“Yeah, it’s amazing.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
“I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.”
“I’ll help you.”
Suddenly, I had an apron tied around me. My clothes had changed once again.
“What the…”
“You were covered in flour, I changed your clothes.”
“Why?”
“Because, it’s cute.”
I blushed, “You think I’m cute?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t have chosen you otherwise.”
“Chosen me?”
“For my partner. You’re special. I’m lucky to have found you.”
“I’m not special.”
“Oh, yes you are. Trust me.”
She winked at me, her smile making me blush.
“I should probably get dressed.”
“No need.”
She snapped her fingers and my clothes were back to normal.
“Oh, wow.”
“Like I said, you’ll get used to it. Takes me less and less time to change your clothes. Maybe I’ll start dressing you entirely soon.”
“Uh, I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“We’ll see.”
I couldn’t believe what was happening. This woman was a literal Goddess. She could control time and space, and she was sitting across from me, acting like it was no big deal.
“So, what do you want from me?”
“I’m lonely.”
“You’re lonely?”
“Yes.”
“But, you’re a Goddess.”
“Yes, but I’m lonely.”
“What do you mean?”
“It gets… boring being a Goddess. I can’t talk to anyone. I’m all alone. I can’t be seen. People walk past me, never noticing me. It’s… sad.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It’s not your fault. It’s just how it is.”
“So, why did you choose me?”
“I already told you. Your energy is unique. It attracts me.”
“But, why do you need a partner?”
“To make me happy.”
“How do I do that?”
“By being yourself.”
Suddenly, the woman was standing next to me, her hand resting on my shoulder.
“Let’s go out and have some fun. You’ve been cooped up in this apartment far too long.”
Within the blink of an eye, I was dressed and ready to go. But something felt wrong.
“Why does it feel like my briefs are inside out?”
“Because they are. They were a pain to get on, so I turned them inside out.”
“You put them on me?”
“Of course. You’d take forever to do it yourself.”
I felt my face flush with embarrassment.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine, I’m not comfortable like this.”
Then suddenly, we were outside of a clothing store.
“We’re going to go in here and get you some new clothes. Something that will fit properly.”
“But, I’m fine with what I’m wearing.”
“No, you’re not. You’re uncomfortable and embarrassed. So, we’re going to fix that.”
Before I could say anything else, we were inside the store.
“I’m going to stand you in the middle of the store and dress you up until I find the perfect outfit.”
“You can’t do that.”
“Don’t worry, no one will see. No one will notice. Everyone will be frozen in time.”
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