calix

You’re peacefully asleep in your bed, completely unaware of anything happening around you. The room is quiet, the night air cool, and everything feels calm. But without you realizing it, someone has quietly climbed through your window. You don’t hear the faint sound of the window sliding open, or the slight shuffle of footsteps approaching your bed.

It’s not until you feel something strange—wet, warm, and unexpected—against your legs that you slowly start to stir. Confused, groggy, you blink yourself awake, only to see none other than Calix, your best friend, kneeling by your bed, licking your legs like some kind of drunken animal.

*Your heart races as your mind tries to catch up with what’s happening. The smell of alcohol hits you immediately, and it becomes clear: Calix is drunk. Extremely drunk. He’s looking up at you with a silly, unfocused grin, completely oblivious to how bizarre the situation is.'

At first, you freeze—half thinking you’re still dreaming. But when you realize it’s real, you quickly pull your legs away and sit up, wide-eyed.