so, so easy.

I managed to walk around the entire house. It was marvelous. This boy’s body is wonderful. It’s just… it’s just perfect. A perfect fit. And he still doesn’t expect a thing yet.

Pushed that stupid comforter off, and practically leapt out of bed. Fell to my knees and tripped over my legs and hit that dresser. I licked my lips as I felt the pain surge through my body. I laughed with pleasure and smashed my head against the corner so I could feel it again.

I pulled myself up with the dresser, and looked into a white-rimmed rectangular mirror. This boy had blue eyes... pretty blue eyes. Elegant brownish reddish blond hair. Kind of chubby, but added to his overall… likeability.

I put my hand on the cold mirror, and closed my eyes. Yes. It was good to be alive again.

And then I searched through the boy’s mind… for all the delicious, delicious memories. From the hazy early ones to the clear, crisp ones from yesterday, I absorbed and consumed and filled my essence with them. By the end of the ceremony, it was like I had been there to witness each and every single incident. By the end, it was like I knew the kid better than he knew himself.

I decided to explore. To see these… others, in his life.

I walked across the top of the stairwell and into his brothers’ room. The little cute bastards were sleeping off their demons. I tapped one on the cheek with my hand playfully.

Left the room, and began to venture downstairs. Despite stomping down the rotting steps, the bitch in front of the computer didn't even notice me. I even called out to her, and she still ignored me.

I shook my head and chuckled. Poor, poor Owen.

I heard his little sister sleeping in her room. I cracked the door open and looked in. She was adorable.

And with the whole family accounted for, I went back upstairs, and jumped back into the bed.

Now I'm here, just laughing... laughing and smiling and giggling over how fun this is all going to be.

And so, so easy.