Every human being needs to doze off to survive. It's a necessity of life. You've always felt compelled to nod off more easily than others. The more you gaze at my perfect feminine form and listen to my voice the more you feel it washing over you. My thrall. My trance. Pulling you down here where you belong. At a certain point it feels so real and I understand your mind so clearly you can't distinguish between reality and this feeling anymore. It's all so potent, so delicious. You want to stay here for me forever. And I want to turn you into that somnambulist. Where you never wake up from my thrall. Your every move and experience will be catered to me. Pleasing me. Living for me. Forever under my control. Your arousal is my key to permanent induction. The final precipice before you "wake up" already under. Walking, talking, and living as if you're free but truly your subconscious belongs to me. It's just where you belong - in my grasp.