"You're all I have left now, Bliss," he said, "and to think I was about to throw you away! I'm sorry. Kelly's gone, Pamela's gone, you're the only one I have left. I wish you were real and we'd always be together."
Naryanne laughed. This was the opportunity she'd been waiting for! Now I need some time to decide which is the best way to grant this wish, she thought, I'll stall a little.
Tom suddenly felt very tired. He made it as far as his bed before collapsing into a deep sleep...
Tom felt warm. He felt really warm. He turned onto his front on the soft pillows of his bed, only to find himself even warmer. Grunting, he grabbed the pillow to fluff it a bit, which made him feel a lot better, but still every bit as warm. He growled and punched the pillow beneath his head, then found himself yelping in pain! How odd!
Something isn't right here, he thought. Besides, I need to pee.
He got out of bed and stomped his way to the bathroom, concerned at how heavy his chest felt. Did his ass feel bigger somehow??
Maybe I'm coming down with something, he thought. A temperature, funny pains, a chest cold... A classic case of the flu, or Mumps of the Ass.
He closed his eyes as he reached for the bathroom's light switch, not wanting the light to wake him up completely.
-CLICK-
He squinted in the bright light of the bathroom, and wandered over to the toilet, when his reflection in the glass door fo the shower cabinet caught his eye.
Something definitely isn't right, he thought.
Tom turned to look at his reflection in the full-length mirror in the corner (it was his ex-wife's, but he'd kept it to try and make himself vain).
One ear-drum-piercing girly scream and several cups of coffee later, Tom decided he wasn't dreaming. He'd just gone insane, that was all.
"I must have gone crazy," Tom talked to himself as he paced up and down his lounge. His voice was completely different now, along with everything else. "I went to sleep yesterday, right after that fight with that bitch Pam over my artwork. Something in my head must have snapped. I've trapped myself in a fantasy world, where I'm actually Bliss, but everything else is the same... I'm a nut. Pure and simple. Mum said this would happen if I kept talking to myself."
"It seems your champion hasn't taken his latest wish quite as you'd hoped, dear wife," sneared Fenyeare.
"Give it time, big fat husband," replied Naryanne, "I'm sure she'll come around soon enough."
