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I swing my legs onto the bed and do as I’m told, lying back against the two pillows which are stacked in the middle of the headboard.
I gasp.
“Told you.” For once he doesn’t sound smug, merely pleased that I trusted him.
Above me, the night sky seems so close, I feel like I could reach out and touch the stars.
“Here, try these. Relax.”
I take the headphones from him and slip them over my ears, the lack of sound suddenly heightening my other senses and my own breathing. The headphones crackle and then music begins to flood through. It’s not a song I know, it’s an instrumental but I’m sucked into the story of the music as I lie back and stare at the stars.
The music changes after a minute, and I immediately recognise it as an 8D audio track. I’ve heard about this, but it’s not something I’ve ever experienced before. The sound is created by combining different effects and by panning, so that as I listen the music not only shifts from left to right, but gives me a full 360 degree sound experience.
It’s also meant to be absolutely amazing for neurodivergent people, like me, because it can stimulate multiple senses at the same time. It makes me feel like I’m floating, cocooned in a mellifluous bubble of rainbow colours which twirl and dance in time to the beat. It’s a massive dopamine hit which I usually only get from surfing.
I dare say this might even be better.
Why didn’t I try it sooner?
The track changes again, to a blended mix of songs and I recognise AURORA’s ‘Runaway’ and ‘Give Me Your Love’ by Sterkol. It sounds completely different like this, all mixed together. I wonder if the professor knows that I happen to love this artist, or if it’s just a coincidence. Or if maybe we have something in common.
For a while, I just allow myself to become absorbed in the music. Eventually though, my mind starts to wander, and I find myself lost in a fantasy where life is simpler and easier. Anddirtier.
In my dream, four faceless men are devoted to bringing me pleasure, as four pairs of mysterious hands glide over my exposed skin and explore my wet folds.
Fucking folds. Who the hell even says that? What am I? Origami? A bed sheet? Not a fitted sheet, mind, no one knows how to fold one of those…except maybe witches.
The prof, my prof, chuckles and I tense.No, not my prof.
“What?” I demand, pulling the headphones from my head. I thought he was meant to be relaxing me or taking my mind off something or some shit.
“You do realise you just said all of that out loud?” He laughs outright this time and I scowl at him, whilst secretly dying a little inside and loving his laugh at the same time.
I was distracted and thinking about sex, so does that mean I was talking about sex too? Does he realise or does he think I’m just obsessed with my bed sheets?
Which would be worse?
Please ground, open and swallow me whole right now.
“Whatever. Weren’t you going to give me a foot rub or something?”
“No.”
“No? What am I doing here then?”
“Just lie back, put the headphones back on, and for the love of god, whatever you do, don’t look at me. You hear? Stare at the stars or close your eyes again or something. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Oh fuck me, I’ll never survive if he calls me that.
But I do as he says, sinking back into the pillows and letting the music pull me under once more.
