The sun was piercing through the morning mist, the world awaking. Little birds were singing, insects looking for the day’s first meal. A little butterfly was coming straight towards him. It was surrounded by a strange glow. Magic.
It flew up in front of his face and stopped in mid air. Hovered for a while. He rubbed his eyes, opened them again.
It had the the face and body of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her naked body shone of sensuality and lust. She stared at him with intense, big eyes.
-What… What are you? He stuttered.
-I was about to ask you the same thing, she answered, smiling a curious little smile. -What are you doing here?
He didn’t know what to say. What was he doing there? What happened last night? He didn’t remember much, but it sure had been fun. He looked around. He was in some overgrown garden. He couldn’t tell where.
-I… I guess I’m lost, he said.
-You look lost, she chuckled. Her words sunk into his hung over nerves, like she was telling him a deep truth about his life.
It had been raining for days. A lot. He was cold and wet. All his things were as well.
The clouds and the rain made the night dark, and with a strike of luck he saw a barn in a lightning flash. The roof was leaking, but he found a dry spot in a corner. There were even some old sacks he could sleep under.
His wet clothes were hanging to dry, and he snuck naked under the dry sacks. It felt good. Last night he had been trying to sleep under some bushes, but the rain had made it impossible. It had been hard.