Dee's Revenge

Dee and O have been orbiting around each other for years.   O never made a secret of his interest in her, yet throughout this time, Dee remained out of reach.  On the few occasions that they met, she was either tired, preoccupied, or in some other way unavailable.  Until one evening, the stars aligned, and they were finally together.

The long anticipation caused O some anxiety, but gradually, his apprehensions dissipated, and he released himself to the experience.  Tactile and visual sensations flowed through his body creating a symphony of emotions that filled him with joy.  Dee and O shared a night of undulating ecstasy, at times passionate, at times calm, but always connected.  As dawn approached, Dee, reluctantly, was preparing to leave.

"Will I see you again?"  she whispered.

O, still enveloped in a warm cocoon of pleasure, did not reply.  He was not sure.  Noticing the hesitation, Dee's face darkened. 

"You will not forget me" she said with a malevolent look.

I think this is how the curse began.

After she left, O assumed he will fall asleep, but sleep did not come.  At first, he closed his eyes and let the memory of the night flow over him.  Later, he focused on his breathing, a practice that usually led to sleep, but this time to no avail.  He knew it was Dee who was keeping him awake, and decided that it was a small price to pay for such an experience.  Eventually, as day broke, he shuffled to the kitchen.  The coffee helped, but that was all he could take.  He left a buttered toast, unfinished.   He also noticed that his muscles were aching, as if he completed a long swim in the Ocean.  It was a strange contrast.  His body was languid and sore, but he felt happy, and free.
'It will pass'  he thought, but it didn't. 

For the next few days, O went about his regular duties, but Dee was still affecting his body and mind.  Most noticeable to him, besides the muscle-aches and loss of appetite, which were slowly returning to normal,  were his eyes.  Whenever he was not occupied with a task, he would become aware of a peculiar sensation behind his eyelids.  A certain pressure, as if Dee is hiding behind his eyelids, reminding him...  Perversely, despite the discomfort, he started contemplating meeting Dee again.  And then, there were the dreams.

O was riding his motorcycle on a green meadow.  The flat smooth ground let him relax and enjoy the thrill of speed.  Out in the distance, at the edge of a young forest, he saw Dee.  Without any effort he found himself  launched into the air, riding in silent slow motion towards her.  As he reached the apex of  his flight path, he glanced down and his elation were broken.  The jump took him over the edge of a cliff, and now he was descending, still in slow motion, to certain death.   He was high, and perhaps there was time enough to get back to safety.  He leaned his body to the right, and with all his power and all his soul he willed his momentum in that direction.  

'Lean hard!'  Almost contrary to the laws of physics, he was changing direction. 

'Pull more!'  Safety was in sight.
'harder'  His whole body was straining with the effort.

A loud thump, a sharp pain in his shoulder, and he opened his eyes to find himself on the floor, beside the bed.

Still half asleep, O scanned his body for damage.  Some pain in his shoulder, but nothing serious.  Surprisingly, the dull pressure on his eyes was not there.  He felt normal again.
Dee's curse was gone.