Sarah was relieved when Dr. Morton excused the class for the day. All she wanted to do was head back to her apartment, drink some hot tea and drift to sleep in her tiny bed and not think of anything until after the weekend was over. It was almost six and the sun was already halfway down in the fall sky. Her apartment was a short walk from campus, but she hated to walk in the dark. She quickened her pace when she was out of the hustle and bustle of campus life and into suburbia. She had a weird feeling about the dull oranges and reds that came through the trees. A screech of an owl startled her enough to get her to do a half jog the rest of the block to her apartment.

She jammed the key into the lock, not turning around once she opened the door and quickly closing it behind her. The peaceful glow of her ceiling light made her a bit calmer. She turned on iPod to create some noise in her empty apartment. Sitar music started to play causing her heart beat to slow just a little from her half-run home. She sprawled down on her couch waiting for the harsh hiss of the kettle to signal when her chai tea was ready. The combination of music and tea always made her feel safe and tranquil.

It wasn't long after she drank her potion that she found herself drifting away. Deciding against a sore neck in the morning, she made her way to her bed. The long week of classes and tea made her groggy and she was unaware of the barn owl that situated itself outside her bedroom window. She simply laid on the bed and she was fast asleep.

He sat outside her window watching her as she lazily took her white sweater off her body throwing it on the floor revealing the dusty pink color bra, which was quickly thrown off as well. Next came her dark jeans that revealed the same color of lace panties. She crawled into bed with just the smooth fabric covering her bottom; allowing him to see everything else.

He closed his eyes and imagined himself in her room and instantly he was there in the corner in his human form. He stuck to the shadows to observe her. Her brown locks were long and wavy at the ends. She wore a pouty look on her lips as she lay there. She wore no makeup to cover her natural beauty. Her arms were crossed over her flat stomach, but she was not covering her breasts with dark pink nipples. Her hands were placed barely above her underwear that let him stare at her long legs. Gods, he wanted her. It took all the strength he had at the moment to not crawl up to her.

He hesitantly walked over to her sleeping form. Gods, she was glorious. She was a beautiful child the last time he was this closer to her. Womanhood had treated her body well with a small waist and perfect hips. Her breasts a perfect round shape that fell slightly to the side of her resting body. He reached over gently, deciding where to put his hand. He began to gently move her hair away from her face before he touched her cheek. He felt the electricity run through his hand and leave his body. Sarah jerked once but continued to fall more and more into a deep sleep. Jareth backed away from her slowly, still gazing at her-remembering every inch of her. He closed his eyes and thought of his room-instantly transported to his giant bed. He would have her soon.