Rose Blumen ~

(Rose)

The dream turned into something nicer, softer.

It reminds me of the time before I woke up with her on my chest.

It's a very gentle feeling that sips through me. My anxiety diminishes slowly and I feel like hugging Blume, if I could.

I'm so glad she's back. So, so, glad.

And he is too I can tell. My kind flower...

I hear her voice as I'm just wandering around in a blank peaceful dream, or lull.

B - You should be able to wake up shortly. You... You sure gathered interesting things while I was gone.

R - I found something incredible. You wouldn't believe it. Well, maybe you could, but I sure wouldn't have.

B - I saw that, indeed... The unlucky side to it is that it made you also more attractive to diseases and such. Your body and I are almost done cleaning your organism from that strong water. You'll be fine.

R - Will I keep my arm?

B - You will. It's just the water that needs to be replaced. The one you used is a little too much like alcohol or sugar for disease and the likes of me. It's nutritious and therefore attractive for all kinds of things. It helped me too actually.

R - That's good then... I'm happy you've returned.

She's smiling. She confirms it. I feel good now. I was so scared with the fever.

I'm waking up slowly.

B - You'll probably feel a little dizzy at first but you're all better now. Trust me.

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My eyes open to a white ceiling. The paint is flaking.

I can't move but I feel so good that I don't really care. I even sigh in relief. I feel comfortable, all well. Everything is soft on me.

My eyes see little moving things. As little I move my arms or legs, I feel as if they're caressing something so soft I almost cannot bear the sensation. My skin is rather strongly sensitive, but it feels really nice. I'm not cold nor sweating abnormally anymore.

I call her name and my voice tickles my throat oddly. Her reply tickles my ears and makes me shiver.

B - I'm here, don't worry. I nudge softly your body into healing quickly. What you are feeling now is well, the remaining excess that will shortly settle.

R - I feel so weird, but good. Why?

B - Biology is complex and... Nudging the system to go faster in healing left these side effects. But it's harmless, you can just relax and rest.

R - Why can't I move much?

B - Oh that's... Another side effect you could say. I prevented the power of the water you're losing falling into the wrong hands or germs... So, ehm. I used it to grow the roses in their stead. The room and bed are overcome with packed roses currently. You can't move because I'm taking all the room for now. I'll need a trim.

R - You... Filled the room?

B - Yeah... That was the easiest solution.

I'm laughing, which sends thrills down my spine and nerves. All my skin under the softest blanket reacts to it and I moan. What?

I cat my breath back. Every movement I make is pleasant.

R - I feel strange...

B - I'm there. Your friends are close too. You can simply relax and wait for it to settle.

R - I can smell the perfume of the roses now. It's sweet. I missed that.

B - You do? I didn't realise the flowers produced it.

I breathe deeply, enjoying this moment of bliss. It feels soft and sweet all over me. I just don't really see it. I ask her to help me rise my head a little. I want to see.

B - You may want to wait a little longer. Your body is still a little on edge.

R - Please, help me. I want to see.

She agrees without conviction. My body slowly slides in the bed and rises my head. It feels like the softest touch and kiss all over me. I gasp and briefly lose sight as the feeling overwhelms me.

My sight returns and I breathe some more pleasant air in and out. I see the bed covered with vines and briars, with roses everywhere. She grew all over the bed, the ground, the walls, and covers the sheets entirely.

R - Wow... You really grew a lot.

B - It's only temporary. You've lost all the strong water now so I'll resume a better size when you're ready.

Zeslinry enters the room as she can, with difficulties. She crosses the path toward me, stepping over the rosebushes that slightly flatten themselves in front of her, opening a way for her.

She's carrying two bottles of water. Seeing those, I realise I'm madly thirsty. I would have jumped on it if I could. I look at her getting close, my heartbeat rising badly.

Blume tells me she told her to give me a lot to drink the past few days, and she does.

She touches my forehead first to check my temperature, and smiles heartily. I do too. But the feeling of the touch of her skin, of her hand, makes my heartbeat rise even more.

She helps me drink the two litres of water, in almost one go for each.

I've never felt so thirsty, nor never have I felt so good by drinking water.

I sigh blissfully at the end as she helps me wipe my mouth. I thank her, still in a daze. She laughs and leaves me to rest.

I sigh again. I see the roses moving slowly here and there. She's pulling the sheets up onto me again, to cover me. It caresses me too much. I gasp again so she stops.

I think she's laughing too at my reactions. More slowly I ask. She definitely is laughing at me now.

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My body never felt this peaceful and good. I didn't even know it could feel this nice. I'm lazing like I've never before.

My skin is tingling and so sensitive it almost hurts from every movement with a pleasant feeling. And every sense goes similarly currently.

I want to enjoy that bliss while it lasts, since it shouldn't.

I ask Blume to bring me some of the perfumed flowers closer and she kindly does. The vines stretch and move, and a bouquet is gathering close to me.

I close my eyes as the perfume makes me sweetly dizzy. I love that perfume. I always loved roses. That's why I also love being called that way.

I tell her to bring them closer and closer until I can bury my face in the soft cloud of petals and perfume.

A dream pillow, soft, fresh and with a voluptuous fragrance. I love that bubbly feeling around my head.

I want more. I want to feel it between my fingers, to play with that softness from the flower petals. I pull with great difficulties and odd pleasure my arms out from under the sheets. I bury my hands within the bouquet like a child and giggle at the tickling sensation overwhelming me.

Blume keeps telling me I should rest but I don't want to. I hold the large bouquet tight, dizzy, drunk. I love that softness.

My heartbeat rises again. I'm feeling good but odd.

I'm caressing my arms with the flowers to play with those sensations I like. They linger, they give me pleasant thrills.

The root of that giant rosebush seems to originate from the middle of my chest, but it also grew almost spontaneously everywhere around the bed, looking like a cobweb spreading all around quite evenly.

I ask Blume is she can make me a sheet of flowers to cover me. I'm weirdly excited.

She doesn't reply immediately, and finally agrees rather shyly for some reason.

She slowly does. I want that voluptuous feeling all over. I ask her to do so.

The linen sheet is pulled, exposing me in a swift moment to the fresh air of the room. I see I'm also tangles all over actually. The roses grew everywhere around me. I'm already almost covered with flowers.

She proceeds as I told her to, and covers me in the softest sheet imaginable. It feels like a little sweet cloud is covering me gently. It's heavenly. I sigh in relief and bliss. It feels amazing. It makes me giggle stupidly and I thank her.

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B - Are you comfortable enough now?

R - Oh yes, this feels... SO nice.

B - You're a spoiled flower, Rose.

I laugh. I take my nap inside my little cloud now. I'm dozing off in that fluffy cocoon of gentle softness and perfume.

As I'm falling asleep, I begin to dream about it even. I know those pleasant sensations won't last forever and I ask her to make them linger a little longer. No, not through my brain, through the soft touches. The caress...

It's pleasant. I love it. The sensation over my skin is slowly fading but the pleasure lingers.

It grew like tipsiness all over me and softly. I moaned slightly when it became overwhelming.

I'm dizzy, but I enjoyed a last deep breath of that sweet scent before dozing off.

A last sigh of deep pleasure ran through me as I did. Moan, sigh, I'm not sure. I forgot what I had in mind yesterday and make the most of today.

I fell asleep happy.

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