Wow, what a ridiculous dream. You really needed to stop watching so much TV before bed, it always seemed to make your dreams so random and stupid, yet surprisingly real feeling. Surely it had to be melting your fragile teenage brain, just like your stepmom kept telling you.
"No, we don't have a fireplace in here." Came a murmur only inches from your ear. If the voice weren't so familiar, the shock of it would've given you a heart attack. Thankfully, even in your sleepy state, you could recognize the voice of your lovely, sexy, and alarmingly forgiving girlfriend Monica.
That said, the surprise whisper did manage to spike your adrenaline, and you were now fully awake. Fully awake, and fully aware of the fact that Monica hadn't been at your house tonight. You'd tried to get her to come over, repeatedly texting her with increasingly desperate and certainly a little pathetic begging, but she was adamant that she had too much packing to take care of tonight and that you'd have to wait until biology class tomorrow, the first of only two classes you shared with your girlfriend in a schoolday, and one of the last eight you'd spend with her before she moved away.
Turning your head, you see the extremely familiar face of your girlfriend Monica in profile, sleeping directly beside you. Like, DIRECTLY beside you. Like, so close beside you that it was anatomically impossible.
Looking down, your shock gets the better of you and you gasp directly into your sleeping girlfriend's ear. Her head was on your shoulders! Your neck was now several inches off center, forced to the right to a degree that would sever a typical human spine and leave the owner of said spine paralyzed, while your girlfriend's head neck jutted out of the left side of your (slightly broader) shoulders with her cute little head only inches from touching yours.
"Bwua!" Monica articulated, your body lurching to the side and flipping you upside down in the confusion. You hadn't been trying to move. In fact, you could hardly move. Everything on your left side, the side Monica was attached to, seemed to be out of your control. You could very clearly feel it, which was something of a relief, though it wasn't nearly enough to calm you down. What the hell was going on? Why was Monica's head on your body? Why could she control half of it? Why-
"Alkaraz!" You shout, your voice muffled by the pillow your face was still buried in. Shit, that really wasn't a dream! That genie or whatever really was real! He'd obeyed your wish to the letter! He'd literally made you and Monica inseperable! Why had you made such a stupid and incredibly vague request?! Had you learned literally nothing from all that TV you watched before bed. This sort of thing was genies 101!
"Wazzup? Whas going on?" Monica said, using your left arm to lift her head up off the bed and scan the room in confusion.
Using your right arm to lift yourself up, thankful that that genie had at least been kind enough to leave you in control of your dominant hand, you say "Sorry, Monica. Just had a really weird dream. Really vivid."
"Heh." She huffed, relaxing and allowing your left shoulder to sag as she laid her cheek to rest on the bed facing you. "That's funny, so did I. I was at work, right, and this old hobo came in wanting to buy a fireplace, and I was like 'sir, we don't have a fireplace in here, this is a Wendy's!', but you know I work in at Super Smoothie so I don't even know why it was a Wendy's. Anyway-"
"Monica." You said, not really caring how rude you were for interrupting her incredibly riveting tale of the imaginary fireplace seeking hobo. "Do you remember how this happened?"
"What?" She asked, more confused than upset.
"How we got connected, I mean. Do you remember the day it happened? What happened?" You clarified.
"It... was yesterday? You said you couldn't stand to be without me, said that you didn't care if it was permanent, and said we should do the fusing ritual. I was a little skeptical, but... you were really convincing... so we did. The fusing ritual. Yesterday. And now we're fused. On your body. Forever." She said, very slowly and perplexedly.
"Good to know." You said, faking a sleepy voice before closing your eyes and faking a snore. You were hoping to play off your bizarre questions as the sleep deprived ramblings of a half conscious mind, and judging by the way Monica whispered something and kissed your cheek goodnight, it worked. Shit, this was heavy. Alkadia had taken your wish to heart, and now your relationship with Monica would literally never end. Wait, you didn't specify YOUR relationship would never end, you just said 'relationships'. Like, all of them. Shit, was everyone like this? Oh, shit, what the hell did you do?
Tossing and turning as much as a man who only controlled half of his body could, you decide that in the morning you had to...
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