I want you to want me the way I want you

Casey thought for a second he was waking up from a coma. Just how long had he been asleep and what was Linsey doing while he was sleeping?

He thought he heard the vacuum, but he might been imaging things. As it was he could hardly move. Maybe he was just hungry. No, he was exhausted.

Honestly, he didn't think they'd get this far. He was the timid sort. He'd only hugged his girlfriend from high school just to figure out that wasn't enough. He'd wanted to explain all this to Linsey, but it felt they'd gone deep sea diving instead. 

Casey sighed thinking where it all started. He winced hard, knowing this was all his fault. Nothing could stop Linsey. Definitely, when her lips were not made for talking. It was as if he'd unleashed this certain power in her and clearly, he was not enough.

Now his limbs ached as he tried to lift himself up. Of course, his boxers were on the floor. He didn't know where his clothes went.

Casey finally set up, wondering if he was that out of shape. Grocery shopping was his only workout. Occasionally, he bought a plant to put in the back yard. 

He looked around the room. He was in Linsey's room. She didn't have that much to call her own. Not a photograph in sight. Just some oils and lotions. 

Casey fumbled to retrieve his clothes. It was so quiet now. He rushed to pull his tee over his head. Did he really need his pants on if he had his boxers in place?

He took a step, wondering just what kind of hex she put on him. And all this time, he thought she was this little fairy ballerina who needed to find work in the big city. Oh, she definitely was full of surprises. And his imaginary friend was no where in sight.