I've always liked to savor the sensation of snuggling into my nice soft bed as my body slowly comes awake by slow degrees each morning. It's been my one self-indulgent luxury in life… but as I drifted out of a strange dream - about a black haired avenging angel in head to toe black leather and shit kicking Harley boots - the little pings and pangs of laying on a cold hard surface began to register and I became aware that I was not in my soft, warm, snuggly bed.

Complete darkness greeted my eyes as they shot open while chest and arm restraints prevent me from bolting upright.

"Have you ever wondered why electronics within ten feet of you blow up when you're angry?" A voice sounded from the darkness so close to my left ear that his breath caused a few of my own hairs to tickle my cheek. "Or anytime you turn them on by hand without remembering to touch something else first?"

I momentarily forgot to be terrified of being blind and strapped to what felt like an execution table - like the ones you see in movies - with a strange man purring inches from my ear as my focus shifted to that nearly feline sound.

I'd never heard anything like it before… it was somehow both as smooth as satin and as rough as sand paper. Deep and mellow - yet it conveyed a wealth of barely contained energy. Delicious shivers raced down my spine and slammed into my lower belly like several waves of bombs at the sound of that sinfully sexy voice. A moment later vibrantly humming energy blazed it's way through my nervous system, nearly short circuiting the whole thing, at the low vibration of his nearly orgasmic moan.

"Or why you have such great reflexes?" This time his voice was near my right ear. "And nearly flawless intuition?"

I can't really explain why I felt more intrigued than fearful at finding myself in this strange situation. My only guess is that was because my gut wasn't telling me I was in danger even though my brain was screaming that I obviously was.

"I'm just lucky like that." I replied as casually as if we were sitting on a bench at the park, talking about the weather.

I can literally feel his demeanor change from completely calm and in control, with a side order of intrigue, to mildly chaotic while amusement warred with confusion, consternation, and disbelief in the very air between us. He wanted to laugh. I could feel how badly he wanted to break down and guffaw at my unexpected flippancy - and how confused that made him feel. "You may as well turn the lights on, I already know what you look like." I said, looking towards the warmth radiating from my right side as it slowly drifted toward my bound feet.

A trickle of fear zings through me, but it isn't my fear - it's his. "So you do know what you are." His voice was stronger, less breathy… as if he'd given up on trying to use it to seduce me.

"I'm a CPA by day," I said, shrugging as much as I could manage with my arms strapped down. "And an uber gamer geek, fantasy fandom nerd, and fanfic enthusiast by night… as well as highly conductive when emotional."

The warmth started to creep up my left side and I followed it with my unseeing eyes.

"Impressive." I could tell he didn't really mean that even before he said, "But wrong."

"Oh? Did I somehow forget about plucking up the courage to apply to Juilliard instead of Ohio State and am actually Hollywood's new 'it girl' who just fantasizes about life as a nerdy CPA? Please say yes - even if it's a lie."

A quick burst of air that could only be a repressed bark of laughter stirred the hair on my forehead. "Do you know your breath smells like juicy fruit? It's actually quite nice. Your cologne is pretty good, too. I guess I should thank you for that, this would be awkward if you stunk."

I wish I could've seen the look on his face, because if it matched the utter dumbfounded confusion that was radiating out from him - like a heat mirage on a desert highway - I'm sure he'd have been wearing the funniest expression I've ever seen.

"So, about those lights…" I say leadingly after a moment of silence.

"What do you think you'd see if I turned on the lights?" He sounded bored, but I could feel that he was exactly the opposite.

"Mmm…" I did my best to emulate his earlier moan, "Broad shoulders, long legs, black leather…" He takes a step back as I continue to describe the man from the dream I'd been having before I woke up here. "Shaggy, black hair - with just the right amount of curl and shine to make me insanely jealous. Brown eyes, full lips, razor sharp cheekbones… Kind of like a mix between Kylo Ren and Aragorn with a pinch of Michael Landon and a dash of Alice Cooper… Only younger… 30? Maybe?"

"Interesting." He said finally. "But wrong."

"That's a real shame. You'd be sexy as hell if you smelled, sounded, iand/i looked like that." I had him completely off balance and we both knew it.

"Are you always like this?" He asked with genuine incredulity.

"Always? As opposed to just when I'm strapped to an execution table, in a strange dark place, with an invisible man who has no concept of personal space? Nah, I'm usually pretty boring, this sass is all for you." I didn't actually lie. I'm not usually in a position to need to be sassy at all... these days.

I could feel how much he wanted to say something smart alecky back, but after a moment of struggling to remain silent he actually walked out on me. He moved so quietly that the snick of the door catch and the utterly empty feeling in the room were the only evidence I had to indicate that he had truly exited.

Where am I? I wondered. Why can't I see anything? Am I blind or is this whole place blacked out? If it's really this dark, how does he see where he's going? Oh, God, please don't let me be blind! Nobody prints fanfictions, invoices or receipts in Braille!

Then an even worse thought hit me… if I'm blind, I'll never get to see any of my favorite stories again. No more Star Wars, no more Lord of the Rings, no more Marvel super heroes, no more X-Men, no more week long Game of Thrones binges every summer, no more watching Katniss morph into the Mockingjay with a flaming twirl in her wedding gown, no more drooling over the wolf pack and calling Bella an idiot for passing on Jake… no more Hogwarts!

Real dismay began to weigh down my heart at the thought of never watching another visually stunning movie like Avatar or Ready Player One. I closed my eyes and begin to pray silently into the void for whatever God really is to please not take my eyesight away permanently.

When I opened my eyes a moment later I was in my own bed and, thankfully, everything was only a little bit blurry. It really didn't feel like I'd slept at all but since it was less than ten minutes before my alarm was scheduled to go off I put on my glasses and climbed out of bed anyway.

Shaking off the lingering discomfort from my far too vivid dream I headed straight for a nice hot shower to help uncoil the sore muscles of my back. If I didn't know better I'd think I had spent the night on the floor… or a cold metal table… but that is seriously inconceivable so I just grin at the sound of Vizzini's lisp in my head and crank the shower up to full hot.

I let my mind drift back over that super sexy voiced mystery man from my dream as I worked the tangles out of my way-too-curly hair with the assistance of a ton of conditioner and a wide toothed comb. There's no harm in imagining a sexy stranger could be attracted to me, I suppose... as long as I don't forget that in reality nobody, sexy or otherwise, finds my buck-toothed, jew-froed, bespectacled, slightly under-weight, introverted, weird ass at all attractive.