The first one's free

A dark and stormy night.Well,not stormy.But I could anticipate something was brewing.A feeling in the nape.
Ball bearings,and big ones were beginning to clack clack clack slowly.
You could feel the waves as you heard this metallic ping reach out into the darkness.It was smelling swampier.
The potatoes were getting done and soon there would be soup.
An ephemeral presence was approaching,shimmering otherworldly,as if draped in gauze.
The figure brought familiarity,because I could dimly see...what's the word?
Oh yeah-areola. Surely she led with areolas from afar.