I made it through most of my vacation without any migraines or truly bad headaches right up until last night. When I get whammed by particularly bad headaches, I often take pity on my fella and head to the spare bedroom, prop myself up on a bunch of pillows - it feels worse to lie down - and wait for it to pass. I usually can't see. Often, it's a very long process of just sitting there, in pain, while various parts of my body go numb (usually my right hand/fingers, sometimes my leg) and firework-like auras burst in front of my eyes. That part, at least, is pretty.
Eventually, some time past midnight and well on the way to the morning, it passed, and I fell asleep and had - as usual - the strange dreams that always seem to follow. I believe this has something to do with the brain chemistry rebalancing itself post-migraine, though I'm not entirely sure. Also, so many anti-migraine pills are also seretonin reuptake inhibitors, so that would also make sense for the wilder dreams that generally follow. They're mirage-bright, and entirely over-the-top usually.
Some of my best story ideas have come from those dreams, actually.
"Hot Day at Midnight," by Jonathan Asche
Told with the same bright fever-dream feeling is the next story in Erotica Exotica, "Hot Day at Midnight." A man walking from a crash finds himself in the middle of a hot nowhere, but when he tries to get help in the small town of Midnight, something seems wrong. The men are attractive, and all too eager - and forceful - to let him know their intentions. What starts as a kind of potential hot fantasy quickly turns into a scarier scene - though no less sweaty and sticky - and you start to wonder if the fellow is going to make it out in one piece.
A quick romp of a story, "Hot Day at Midnight" definitely turns up the sizzle for the scenes it provides (and boy does it provide a lot of scenes in just eleven pages).