Another Story, here is a bit of it:

Max fell into a deep sleep after a long day, grateful for the end of a tedious week at work as a managing partner of his law firm.    He dreamed of a relaxing facial and could feel the tender caress of the masseuse’s fingers on his face.  The feel of the fingers was so real, it roused him. He the felt tiny ripples move across his face, and brushed at them, but they kept moving.  And that’s when Maxwell realized he hadn’t brushed away whatever was on his face, that his hand hadn’t moved at all, that his hand couldn’t move!

Read: Gore Island – Story @ Choyce.Club