It was another one of those days. I had been out in the rain and was soaked through to the bone. I managed to get to my apartment and inside before I froze to death. I made my way to the restroom and got out of the clothes, then decided to crawl into bed to warm up. I got there, and upon the bed rested a silvery-white, fur-covered dragon with light blue eyes.
I got spooked! This is that last thing I wanted. If my girlfriend found out there was dragonfur in the bed it would be over for us. I backed away, but there was no door there. The roof sloped down to the floor as if I were in an attic, and the dragon was creeping towards me with a smile.
I backed into the corner. I was scared and naked and freezing cold. I didn't want this dragon to touch me. I didn't want tolose my girlfriend.
Everything was darker, the lights gone dim. The dragon was upon me. I couldn't scoot back any futher. I was pressed against the very bottom corner of the wall.
There was the soft feel of fur on my skin. Warmth pressing against my body, chasing the chill away. Those soft blue eyes were so close, staring into mine. A smile only a dragon could have was next to my nose. I felt like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming truck.
I felt more of the dragon pressing to me. The cold was gone from me now. I heard a voice whispering in the dark, begging me for a favor, for something more than a snuggle.
I pressed myself back in fear from this dragon. I wedged myself into the corner even more. But soft lips touched mine. A warm tongue seeped into my mouth. I got lost in those icy blue eyes. I gave myself freely to the dragon who held me close.
She was happy.
It was later. Days or weeks. We were in a basement. They were rationing the water. I felt lucky that I didn't drink water, and didn't need to store lots of bottles of it like the people did around me. The seargent came in and gathered us up. This was an important mission for us. this one would decide the outcome of the war. After he left, I taked it over with the rest of the group. It was odd. It felt wrong. Everything.
I was in a field, lying down with a rifle in my arms. I was a sniper. The rest of my patrol was creating a diversion far, far away, leaving me alone here to do my part. I looked through the scope at the targets before me. There were people standing beside a dark red SUV and a minivan. They were my targets.
I lined the sights up on one person. I pulled the slack from the trigger. I felt my breath stop. Time stood still.
*CLICK*
There was no bullet in the rifle.
I lined up on the second person.
*CLICK*
There was no bullet in the rifle. I cocked the mechanism and loaded a bullet. .50 caliber BMG. I liked this rifle. It was lighter and more accurate than that other BMG. I sighted up andsaw the people getting into the vehicles. I follwed until I had a betwen-the-heartbeats moment of pause. It was a young woman in the driver's seat of the SUV I saw in my sights. My breath stopped. My finger pulled back slowly.
