For a few days now I've had this fantasy about being stalked for months or years only to meet this stalker finally. Waking up, suddenly there they are, lying in bed next to me. At this point, though I feel like I know them so I'm not scared, I even find them nice and attractive. I go and make breakfast for us all and they slowly come to the kitchen. It's awkward but nice. It's sadly just a fucked up fantasy. On one hand just a flawless fantasy. On the other I've only heard about fucked up stalker stories in real live so having this ever happen, I will know I'm not on earth anymore. It's gonna stay a fantasy, I guess
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