The witch’s clearing is almost anti-climactic, after my long journey through the mountains. The summer sun is high in the sky, and birdsong echoes through the forest around me. It’s a calming song, one that makes me want to rest beneath a tree and—I shake off the enchantment, march down the slope towards the cabin at the center. The path here was full of trials, but I resisted them all, and now I can complete my quest, and free the land of the witch’s vile presence.

I haven’t slept in two days, and each step I take is harder than the last. My eyes threaten to shut, and the sweet scent of flowers emanating from the gardens is almost enough to weaken my will. A sighting of a strange beast, one that seems to be half butterfly and half human, is enough to harden my resolve. The creature is tending to a patch of flowers, trilling softly to herself as she does so. Next to her, some sort of rabbit-human hybrid is nibbling on a lettuce leaf, content as can be.

My hand grips the pommel of my sword. They’re unnatural, but not aggressive. I can leave them be until after I’ve dealt with the witch.

The door to the cabin opens, and I drop into a ready stance; hand on my sword, one foot ahead of the other, and eyes narrowed behind my helmet. The witch is beautiful, even one as pious as me can see that. Her hair is spun like wheat, punctuated with a few strands of silver. She’s fair and smooth, making it impossible to age her, aside from the obvious. Tattoos arc up her arms and shoulders, depicting scenes of nature and beauty. She’s adorned with bracelets and necklaces, some of metal, and some of flowers and twine. The only garment on her person is a loose, flowery skirt with a pair of splits down either side; her breasts are uncovered, and her feet are bare to match.

“Ah, you’re finally here.” Her voice chimes like a bell, pure and clean as anything I’ve ever heard. On her face is a smile, one that sends a dark shiver down my spine. “I’ve been expecting you. Come in, come in.”

“I’ve come to slay you,” I state, voice deep and unwavering.

Contrary to my expectations, the witch is not cowed. Rather, she raises an eyebrow, and smirks faintly. “Are you now? With that old thing?” She gestures at my blade. “On such little sleep?”

My eyes feel heavy, and I begin to sway—I shake my head. “Your enchantments will not sway me!”

She rolls her eyes. “So dramatic. You came here for a reason, and I’m more than happy to assist you with that. Why don’t we discuss the details over a nice cup of tea.”

Something is wrong. My head is thick, and my thoughts come as if swimming through a thousand-year stew. “What are you doing to me?” I ask, fumbling with my sword.

“Nothing.” The witch shrugs. “You’re just very sleep-deprived.”

The witch steps towards me, and against all my training, I freeze. With confident motions, she unclips my sword from my belt, and gently tugs it from my hands.

“Now come along, let's get you a meal and something to drink. You’ll need your strength if you’re going to accomplish your goal here.” Her smile is sly and knowing, like there’s some secret I’m not privy to.

I shouldn’t listen to her. She’s lying, casting some enchantment on me, or... or... my eyes drift to the butterfly-girl, who’s happily pruning a patch of lavender in the garden.

As if in a dream, I step over the threshold, and find myself in the witch’s hut.

The main room is cozy, for lack of a better term. The floor is earthen, with reed mats scattered throughout. In one corner rests a fireplace, near which sits a kettle and a boiling cauldron. Tresses of dried herbs hang from the ceiling, their soothing scents seeping into the air and calming the atmosphere. There are several windows, and two other doors, one which opens into the back garden, and one that leads deeper into the house.

“Sit down,” the witch says, gesturing at the short table to the left of the front door, halfway between it and the back door. “If you could take off your boots, I’d appreciate it, but I don’t expect you actually will.”

I frown, and stomp towards the table. Remove my armor and expose myself to her? What sort of knight would I be if I dropped my guard like that? I settle down in front of the table, crossing my legs and wincing at the creak of my armor. Why am I doing this? Why am I humoring her?

“You came here for a reason, remember?” the witch whispers in my ear, reaching around to set a simple wooden cup in front of me. I flinch, and turn just in time to see her dancing away with a cheeky smile.

“What is your game?” I scowl, glancing between her and the cup.

“I’m here to help people, of course,” she purrs, settling down across from me with a flourish. Her skirt swishes, revealing her lack of undergarments. A harlot and a witch, but one such as I cannot be tempted. “I help people achieve their heart’s desires, and make their insides reflect the outsides. Now drink, the tea will give you energy.”

I stare at the cup. “I will not suffer your poison,” I declare. “Besides, my desire is to slay you. If you truly claim to want to help me, you’ll hand me my sword and—”

I’m cut off by my sheathed weapon being tossed across the table. I barely catch it with a soft yelp. At the same, the witch grabs my cup. “It’s not poisoned,” she says with an exasperated roll of her eyes. To prove her point, she takes a sip from my cup before setting it back in front of me.

Still suspicious, I set my sword on my lap, and take the wooden cup in my gloved palm. It’s warm, and the fragrance is soothing. Citrus, and hints of clove. With a sigh, I remove my helmet and mask, ignoring the way my patchy facial hair scrapes against the cloth. It’s uncomfortable, but there’s been no time or space to shave or clean myself since I started my quest. Hesitantly, I take a sip of the tea, finding it sweet to taste, and more comforting than I’d expected.

The witch blinks slowly, head tilted slightly as if seeing me in a new light. “Ah, I think I understand now.”

I bristle at her words. “Understand what?”

“Why you’re here.” She smiles indulgently. “I saw it in the leaves, you know. I watched your journey, and while I had my suspicions, it’s nice to get them confirmed.”

She’s trying to trick me. To talk me into... into something. I don’t know what, but I won’t fall for it. I take a larger mouthful, luxuriating in the warmth the liquid brings to me. My head is still thick with fog, but my thoughts are sharper. Cleaner. I rest a hand on my sword hilt, and watch her as I let the tea settle in my stomach.

“Your resolve is impressive,” she says, refilling my cup and taking a sip from her own. “Few make it here without starting the process on the way. Especially with how blunt it was for you.”

“Process? Blunt?” I frown, taking another sip. My chest feels oddly tight, but it’s not unpleasant.

“You passed through the hall of mirrors, no?” She tilts her head, like some sort of curious corvid.

I snort. “As if the temptations of flesh could delay me.” No matter how many armored women she tries to tempt me with, I will not bend. She could rub herself against me now, and I would not react.

“Temptations?” She chuckles. “I suppose, but not in the way you think. Those mirrors were designed to show your true desires.”

Something stirs inside me, and I scowl. “I don’t desire a woman.”

“Of course not.” She waves her hand dismissively. “I never said you did.”

At that moment, someone walks in through the back door, carrying an armful of firewood. I nearly leap to my feet, but the sight of the new creature knocks my breath away. He’s a tall man, with long antlers poking out of short dark hair. His skin is tan and muscular, but not so much as to be grotesque or unhealthy. The only clothing he’s wearing is a loincloth, which isn’t enough to hide the general shape and size of his manhood.

Any woman would be lucky to bed him. Any man, for that matter, not that I have any desire to lay with him like this.

“Ah, thank you, darling,” the witch says with a sweet grin. “Just set that with the rest.”

The deer man stops, looking at me in some confusion. “New person?”

“Yes, she’s still adapting, though.”

She? “I’m not a w—woman,” I cough as my voice cracks. I haven’t had that happen since puberty. Is it the tea? The lack of sleep? The presence of a clearly attractive man?

The deer man offers me a charming smile. “Good luck,” he says, before continuing his work.

My face catches fire, and I shake my head to scatter the inappropriate thoughts. “This isn’t right. I’m here to slay you, not... not have tea—”

“—Biscuit?” The witch slides a plate across the table towards me, and I nearly scream in frustration.

Nearly. I take another drink to calm myself. My chest hurts, my core feels tight, I’m sweating a lot, and I think something’s wrong with me. Maybe the tea was poisoned, after all. I brush my hand across my face, and it comes away coated in hair.

“What’s happening to me?” I ask, voice feeling higher pitched than it should.

“You’re turning into the woman you were always meant to be,” the witch says with a smile. “It’s what you wanted, right?”

“N-no, it’s not,” I protest weakly.

The witch blinks in mock surprise. “Oh, well in that case, stop drinking the tea, and I’ll set to reversing this—”

“No!” I cry out before I can stop myself. I chug the rest, and toss it aside. The world is spinning. Swirling. This is... it’s unavoidable. She’s going to transform me into a girl with her magic, and then I’ll defeat her. It’ll be irreversible, but it’s worth the sacrifice. I’ll get to have my dream, and the world will be safe.

It’ll be fine.

“You really do need to sleep, you know,” she whispers from behind me. When did she move?

Her fingers trail along my armor, slowly unclasping the buckles. I gasp in relief as the pressure on my chest loosens. She tugs at my gauntlets, but they don’t come off. Instead, they seem to shrink slightly. My vision blurs, and I blink rapidly to clear it.

“What?” I ask in a voice that I never thought I’d have.

“Sleep,” the witch whispers. “When you wake up, everything will be fine.”

I close my eyes.

*****

I’m floating through a sea of warm fog. Soothing scents, gentle fingers brush against my skin, and a pleasant hum resonates behind it all. I curl, more metaphorically than literally, and the humming shifts.

“Good girl, sweet girl, listen to my voice.”

A nostalgic melody caresses my mind. Skin tightens, bones shrink. Pain lances through me, overshadowed only by its sister pleasure.

“Relax, let me handle it.”

The pain goes away, leaving only ecstacy.

“True in body, loyal in mind.”

The humming continues, and the fog thickens. I shake my head, and seize that core of my sanity and reason.

I'm here to kill the witch.

“You don't want to kill the witch.”

I have to kill the witch.

My forehead throbs, thoughts pushing through my skin and skull. I curl my toes, only to find I don't have them anymore. A finger twitches.

Where is my sword?

“You don't need a sword.”

I need my sword. My sword is my life. My duty. My heart.

I am a knight. I need my sword. I am here to fight the witch.

The humming fades, only for a new tune to take its place. A soft thrumming, burrowing into my chest, and nesting in my soul. My will, unshakable as ever, reinforces itself with this fresh infusion of courage.

“A loyal, dutiful knight.”

A loyal knight. I'm here to fight the witch.

“Loyal, faithful to her master, and diligent in her tasks.”

Loyal. I'm here for the witch.

“Remember your duties, young knight. Remember who you serve.”

I'm here to serve the witch.

*****

The moon is high when I wake up. I shoot out of my bed, if you can even call it that. A blanket and pillow on a mat in the corner of the room, but more comfortable fare than I’ve had in a while. I slept in my armor, but I don’t feel sore. I feel lighter than usual, actually, both mentally and physically. My blade is gone, however, and if I’m going to kill the witch, I need to find a weapon.

After a moment of reorientation, I get to my feet, and slip out of the hut’s backdoor, my bare feet padding comfortably against the packed dirt path into the garden. No, not bare feet. I’m still wearing my boots. Right? But I can feel through them. I ignore the sensation, and walk towards a shed at the corner of the garden, near a pond.

The cool night breeze wafts over me, bringing with it the sweet scents of flowers from about the garden. I can feel myself heating up, and I curse my lack of face covering. Of course the witch would have plants that make someone aroused. At least my body isn’t reacting fully, so I’m not getting the full effect. Strange that she put my helmet back on, but took the time to remove the face guard.

I step next to the pond, and freeze at the sight of my reflection. I’m not wearing my armor. Rather, my armor has been changed into some sort of chitin. Blue plates cover my arms and shoulders, ending over my bare breasts. I have breasts. Two modest breasts, topped with little dark nipples, hanging gently from my chest. I reach up with my hand, which is similarly coated in smooth chitin, and poke the new flesh experimentally. I feel it. It’s real.

My stomach and waist are also bare, both flat and toned with muscles I worked hard for as a man. Where my penis should be, there is instead a clean slit, with just a hint of labia visible from this angle. The chitin on my legs and feet ends at around my pelvis, which isn’t the most practical when it comes to protection, but... being more practical would mean covering myself completely, and given that my armor is now my skin, I’d rather have myself exposed than not.

The oddest part of the ensemble is my helmet, which looks like the head of a Hercules beetle. My face is completely exposed, of course, revealing wide black eyes, a cute little mouth, and a tiny nose. A large horn extends from the top of my head, and dark blue hair cascades down my back in curly rivers. Oh, and my skin is faintly blue, at least under the light of the moon.

“Admiring yourself?” comes a familiar man’s voice from behind me.

I leap around, covering myself on instinct. My butt is completely exposed, meaning he probably got a very good look at it. Sure enough, the deer man from earlier is staring at me, lips curled into an attractive smile. I can feel my cheeks darken under his gaze, and that infernal heat inside me builds higher.

“None of your business,” I say petulantly, my voice coming out in more of a squeak than I expected.

The man cocks his head. “I suppose it isn’t, but I’m happy for you anyway.”

I look to the side, suddenly bashful. “Why?”

“I enjoy watching people be happy,” he says, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His hooves plod gently across the ground towards me, and this close the thin fur across his skin is obvious.

I look up, abruptly realizing how much taller he is; easily a full head of height. He cups my cheek, and tingles of warmth wash over me. I lean into him, letting the sensation overwhelm—I shake my head, and banish the thoughts. I’m stronger than this. My willpower won’t be denied. Not even for a man as attractive as him. Not that he’d want a guy... like...

“I’m not a guy?” I murmur to myself, the words slipping out before I can stop them.

The deer man chuckles. “Of course you’re not.” His hands rest on my shoulders, and he slowly turns me around to look at the water again. Distantly, I note that I’m stronger than him, even with my diminished size, and he wouldn’t be able to move me if I wanted to stop him. “You’re a beautiful woman.”

Somehow, seeing him standing behind me, head over my shoulder, makes it all more real. The blushing, bashful girl staring up from the water is me. That’s me.

“May I?” he asks, one hand trailing down my arm.

My heart hammers in my chest. I swallow thickly, and nod sharply. It’s not a good idea. I shouldn’t give in. I have a quest.

I let him move my arms to my side anyway, exposing what human parts I have to the world. He rests a palm on my stomach, and his other hand gently cups one of my breasts.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.

Something hard presses against my butt from behind. Hard, and hot, with only his thin loincloth between. I need to resist. I need... a lot of things. I lean back against him, shivering at the warmth surging through me. Maybe I can spare a small detour. His cock twitches against my back. Or not so small, as the case may be.

Slowly, I rub myself against him, lips parting as the heat inside me builds to a crescendo. The scent of flowers grows stronger, and new fog seeps into my mind. It’s nothing like that old fog, the dull haze that used to follow me through every step of my life. This is new. This is warm, pink, and lustful.

“Someone’s eager,” he chortles.

“Shouldn’t I be?” I ask, resting a hand on his leg as I turn my head to look at him. “A man like you is interested in me, and I’m supposed to hold myself back?”

His eyebrows raise in surprise, and I smile. I don’t smile often, but right now, it feels impossible not to. I’ve dreamt of this for years; or something like it. I turn around in his arms, and press my front against his stomach. His hands rest on my ass, and he gives my cheeks a soft squeeze. My fingers, meanwhile, find the knot holding up his loincloth, and carefully undo it. The garment falls, revealing his cock in all its glory.

I stare down at it, eyes wide. It’s longer than I expected. Some of this is probably my own height—I think I’m close to five feet high now—but it’s significantly larger than mine used to be. I wrap my hand around it, and slowly stroke the length. Heat surges through my chitin, and I lick my lips with an oddly long tongue.

“May I?” I ask, looking up with a teasing, confident smile.

“Of course,” he says, breathlessly excited.

I sink to my knees, peppering kisses along his bare chest, until I reach his cock. After only a moment to process what it is I’m about to do, I start pressing kisses along his length. He tastes wonderful, like oak bark and nutmeg. I move to the head of his shaft, intent on taking him into my mouth, when I run into a small problem. Namely, it doesn’t fit comfortably, even without teeth getting in the way.

The fact that I don’t have teeth yet can still speak normally doesn’t feel pressing at the moment.

“It’s fine,” he says, a hand resting on my head near the base of my horn. “I know I’m big, and not many people can fit me.”

An idea strikes me. I flick out my tongue, and lick along his length. Then again, only this time I push out as much of my tongue as I can. I wrap it around him, stroking and licking in the same motions with my strange new appendage. My partner gasps, and his hand grips my horn to keep himself steady.

Pride washes through me, even as nectar drips down my thighs. I’m still in control. The witch’s enchantments are no match for my iron will, for my determination and dedication.

The cock twitches, and warm semen shoots out across my face. I close one eye, and retract my tongue in surprise. It tastes lovely. Like nutmeg and clove. My tongue darts out, and I lap up every last drop.

“I’ve never had that done before,” he says with a wide smile on his face.

I smile back, practically beaming. “You mean the butterfly girl hasn’t done this for you?”

He shakes his head. “She’s only interested in women, and there weren’t any other insect women until you showed up.”

My heart stabs with pain. I’m not staying. I’m going to defeat the witch, and then leave. He doesn’t need to know that though, and he doesn’t need to be hurt. He’s sweet, and I want him to be happy.

“What’s your name?” I ask, fingers delicately stroking his cock. It’s already getting hard again, probably as a result of the odd magic in this place.

“Rex,” he says with a smile. “Yours?”

I open my mouth, and hesitate for a moment. I don’t have to keep my old name. “Hera,” I say, picking the one I’ve spent the last few years wishing was mine.

“Well, Hera, if you’re in the mood for more...” he trails off, looking pointedly at the sticky sap dripping from my slit.

I blush, and rise to my feet, hands trailing up his body as I do so. I’ve never been able to touch a man like this, and it’s wonderful. The way my fingers brush against his body hair, the firmness of his muscles, and the soft pockets of fat on his stomach and pecs. I push myself onto my tip-toes, and capture his lips in a kiss. He returns it, arms wrapping around me as he does so.

“I’ll take the lead, if you don’t mind,” I whisper as we break apart. He seems more amused than worried, and lets me push him gently to the ground.

I straddle his waist, resting with his erect cock right in front of me. It feels so huge like this, but that only makes what I have planned all the more exciting. With one hand, I brace myself against him, while with the other, I use the juice leaking from my core to coat his cock. I absently lick my lips as my hand rubs up and down his rod, my focus locked to it and nothing else.

Sufficiently lubricated, I lift myself up, squatting above his cock, and line up my entrance with his head. Rex watches, eyes wide, as I slowly lower myself downwards. I gasp as I begin to take him, my walls stretching to accommodate his length and girth. Bit by bit, with lots of starts and stops, I go lower and lower until finally, my hips press against his.

“Fuck,” he says, fingers curling in the weeds poking through the grassy garden.

“That’s the idea,” I say, thoughts swimming through a thick swamp of lust. A lesser woman would have lost herself in it by now, but I’m no lesser woman. I’m a knight, a warrior, and I will not have my dignity torn away.

I raise myself upwards, shivering in delight at the lightning sensations the motion sends through me. Then, just before he would exit me, I slide back down. I arch my back, and let out a soft moan. I feel great. More than great, really. I feel fantastic.

This is where I belong.

The thought hits me like a lightning bolt, but I don’t let it stop me. I move faster, fucking myself on Rex’s cock, and letting myself feel everything. The burning in my core, the hot need in my chest, the thoughts and fantasies that pour through my head without restraint.

I need this. Not just this, but him. This place. All of it. I’ve tasted the ambrosia, experienced perfection. Knowing that, how am I supposed to turn back? How am I supposed to strike down the one who gave this to me?

The cock twitches, and I pause my assent. He’s going to cum. With a single motion, I drop myself downwards, taking him as deep as I can. Rex cries out in pleasure, and warm blooms deep within me. I shudder at the sensation, and grind myself against him for just a little bit more—I cum, quiet and restrained. My hands clench, my muscles tighten, and I throw back my head with a soft moan.

I’m in control.

I wanted this.

I got it.

We sit there, basking in the afterglow, his cock slowly softening inside me. I pull myself off, and lay myself across his front with a content sigh.

“That was great,” he says, hand resting on the small of my back. “Nobody’s ever done that to me before.”

“What, taken charge?” I ask, resting my chin on his chest to look at his face. I have to be careful about my horn, as I wouldn’t want to gore him, or get it tangled in his antlers.

“Yeah,” he says sheepishly. “Usually they want me to be the one leading things.”

I run a hand across his magnificent cock. “With a beast like this, I can understand the impulse.”

He chuckles, and twitches at the compliment.

“Still,” I continue, “I’m not the type of girl to let someone else take charge of me. I’m my own woman.” I pause, and suddenly feel self-conscious. “Did you like it?”

“Of course,” he says. “Best sex of my life.”

I smile again, something that’s happening more and more frequently these days. He keeps hardening, and the scent of all these flowers around me is still riling me up. Damn enchantments.

“Up for any more?” I ask, lazily stroking him.

“If you are,” he says with a grin. “I’ve got stamina for days.”

I grin back. “Yeah? Well I’ve got stamina for weeks. You don’t happen to know somewhere more... private, do you?”

He glances about, and nods. He stands up, arms pulling me close, and starts to walk towards the forest. I could drop down and walk myself, but this is comfortable. So instead, I shift, slide his cock inside of me, and wrap my arms around him. Rex nearly stumbles at this, but catches his footing in time.

“How fast can you get there?” I whisper, arms around his neck.

In response, he starts to jog, bouncing me up and down his cock in the process. I grip him tighter, and let the ecstasy wash through me as we head towards wherever he takes his mates.

Hopefully he can keep up, because I have over a decade of sex in the right body I’d like to catch up on.

*****

It’s morning by the time Rex and I stumble back into the clearing, him more disheveled than I am. In the end, he didn’t last as long as he bragged, but I probably didn’t have more than a round or two left in me either, so we’re content to call it a draw. Not that it was a competition, I think? Or maybe it was.

The witch is sitting in a rocking chair by the pond, fingers stroking the head of a purring cat-girl who’s sitting next to her. Twitching ears, a tail swishing in time with the chair’s rocking, and a layer of black fur with white spots across her entire body.

“Ah, I take it you were satisfied with the changes?” The witch asks, eyes roaming across my body. I flush, but don’t bother hiding myself. Why should I? Nobody else does.

“Very much so,” I nod sharply. “Now, we have things to discuss.”

The witch blinks, taken aback by my tone. “Do we now?”

The breeze shifts, and pollen tickles my nose. I can feel the arousal building again, but it’s easy enough to ignore if. After last night, I think I can withstand just about anything.

“We need to discuss your defenses, and how lacking they are,” I declare. The witch blinks again, and stops rocking. The cat-girl creaks an eye open, and flicks it between me and Rex’s exposed cock; we never ended up retrieving his loincloth.

“As far as I’m concerned, the defenses are working fine,” the witch says, head tilted inquisitively. “You’re quite strong willed, aren’t you?”

I puff out my chest in pride. “Of course! I have the strongest will, as demanded of all crown knights. Which is why you need another layer of defense. I was able to walk through completely unmolested. What if someone else does, but they actually hold ill will towards you?”

“The paths only show themselves to those whose desires are worthy,” the witch says with a smile. “I assure you, there is no need—”

“But what if someone tricks them? Another mage, or some foul demon? No, this just won’t do at all.” I shake my head, then snap my fingers at Rex. “My sword.”

Rex looks awkwardly at the witch, who points to the hut with a wry smile. My man jogs off, dick swaying back and forth with each step. Once he’s inside, I turn my gaze towards our patron.

“I will patrol the edges of your territory, and drive off anyone who poses a threat. Rex will help me learn the land, of course, since he’s most familiar with the forest beyond this clearing.” The man in question returns as I say this, my sword and belt clutched in one hand. I take a moment to appreciate his physique, before clipping the belt to my waist, and turning back to the witch for approval.

“I suppose that’s agreeable,” she nods, resuming her slow rocking, and continuing to stroke her kitty. “Redundancies are useful. However, I don’t want you assaulting those who come for aid.”

She crooks a finger at me, and I step forwards. The witch touches the skin of my pubic area, and it begins to burn. I seal my lips, and hold back the sound of pain that threatens to come up. Pain, lust, or something like that, anyway. When she removes her hand, what’s left is a twisting mark, dark purple in contrast to my pale blue skin.

“I will use this to send instructions to you, as needed. Good luck, my Beetle Knight.” She smiles indulgently.

I slam my fist against my chest in salute, wince in pain as I hit my breast, and then turn on my heel to march to my new station. “Come along, Rex, I wish to inspect the boundary.”

He finishes putting on his loincloth, which he recovered at some point during my conversation with the witch. With a short jog, he ends up at my side, and together we walk towards the forest. “I’m guessing you’ll want to see as much as possible?”

I trail my eyes across his body. “Yes, this needs to be a thorough and deep examination.”

He grins, and gives his eyebrows a short wiggle. “Aye aye, boss.”

I cuff him lightly on the shoulder, and turn my attention back towards the task at hand. This isn’t what I’d planned in coming here, but I can’t say I’m truly upset. I’m not even mad that the witch altered my mind to be loyal to her while I was asleep.

How could I be, when I have everything I’ve ever wanted?