It all started as a normal day. The house had gotten a little messy since the last time I had cleaned it, so I decided to tidy up a bit. As I cleaned, one thing that stood out was how unorganized Star Dream's desk looked. Normally, the desk is neat as a pin, but today, papers and pens were scattered all over it, and one of the drawers was open.
Huh, I thought, walking over to the desk, examining it. That's peculiar. Star Dream always keeps his desk so clean. I wonder what happened.
Star Dream's black leather journal was sitting on the desk. I thought it was even more strange that it was just sitting there, teasing me, practically begging for me to open it and see what resides within the pages. I had always wondered was was inside the thing, but Star Dream would never let me read it. In fact, any time I was in the same room as him and he had the journal open, he would slam it shut and promptly exit the room. Whatever he had in there was something he clearly didn't want me to see.
I curiously reach out to pick up the journal, but then a large, metallic hand with long, thin fingers violently swats my hand away from the journal.
"Don't touch it." I hear his voice. Star Dream's voice.
I quickly turn around to see my husband, his tall, almost anorexic figure standing before me. His glowing blue eyes are almost intimidating to me.
"Why not?" I ask, trying to sound confident, trying to hide how unsettled I feel by Star Dream's sudden appearance. Yes, I love this man, but sometimes, he really can be a bit unnerving.
"Because you are not ready for what is inside of my book of love." He snatches the journal off the desk and holds it close to his body, making sure I can't get to it.
Book of love? I can't possibly imagine what he means by that. This is Star Dream we're talking about. Something with a title like "book of love" couldn't possibly be anything good. Part of me wants to just let everything go, but then, another part of me wants to coax Star Dream into letting me read that journal. He has me intrigued now.
"Sure I'm ready," I say, jumping up to try and grab the journal from underneath Star Dream's arm. He steps back, his face emotionless, as usual. "Come on, let me see it!"
"No." Then, his stern, monotone voice shifts to something much more endearing. "...Unless you want to have a bit of fun, my dear." He grins, revealing his pointy teeth.
"Fun…?" I repeat quietly, beginning to nervously knaw on the tip of my thumb.
Something tells me that today isn't going to end well.