#funwithfetish

****Nick awoke with the light of dawn as usual since his flattening. Keeping track of time was impossible now, without his calendars and clocks, but he listened attentively despite the time as Lynnie snored beneath him. Since becoming her blanket, Nick has seen more of Lynnie than he ever dreamed he would. She painted. He had never known that about her until now. Warm rays began to reach the bed. Lynnie stirred. Her wild hair fell onto Nick’s head and tickled his nose. His heart raced with frustration as he wished she could scratch his nose for him. His arms and face were helpless immobile features. A shrill screech managed to escape Nick and wake Lynnie. She awoke in a panic. “What happened?!”****