Welcome to the Court of Dreams

Boris Vallejo, "Pygmalion and Galatea", 1988

Erika, referencing ebenezer scrooge: You, boy! What day is it?!

Yeah dog I've got a bunch of feathery art, go nuts 🔥

Drinking the tea

Watching the tea being stirred

Watching the steam coming off the tea in spirals

You invite me over to have a cup of tea with you. Knowing full well you've put that special hypnotic drug in the tea, you hand me my cup. I smile and say thank you, politely at you. Still none the wiser and blow on it gently. It smells sweeter than usual. Probably some sort of fancy tea I've never tried before. I take a sip. You look up from your regular cup of tea smiling at me. Trying to act natural, you don't want me to know what you've done yet. But you know, it's only a matter of time now before I find out.

My eyes flutter a little. Why is my head so dizzy all of a sudden. I guess I'm just hungry, maybe dehydrated. My eyes start growing heavier. My head continues to spin circles as I place the cup down on the table, hand shaking slightly. You ask me what's wrong and I say, "oh nothing, I think I'm just a little umm, well, tired. I guess I must not have slept well." At this stage the room is spinning. My eyes are barely staying open as my head starts to grow heavy. My body limp. I can barely stay conscious. Through the fuzzy haze glazing over my eyes I thought I saw you smirk as you take my hand in yours. Patting it gently, so reassuring.