You walk over to and collapse upon the bed, atop the comforter and all. You lay there staring up at the ceiling for a few seconds before you close your eyes. Sleep comes immediately.
And suddenly she is there, straddled atop you playfully, pecking at your cheeks in a vain attempt to awaken you.
"I need sleep," You say, "You kept me up all night."
She pecks at your forehead, and you try to block her kisses with your forearm, but she just kisses around the arm on whatever surface of your face is available. You lips, your cheeks, your neck. Even your ears and nose. "Wake up." She says to you, full of energy and enthusiasm.
You grab her in an embrace and kiss her everywhere until she collapses into a wiggling and giggling fit of uncontrollable laughter, her legs kicking.
She and you embrace arms and mouths. Other area embrace as well as the two of you make sweet passionate love.
Then she starts to feel less substantial, less solid, and less real. She is fading away beneath you and you struggle to keep her solid with futile desperation.
You find yourself in a dark hotel room, staring at the ceiling. Alone.
The sound that woke you was the doorknob turning and your room door quietly opening, a pin prick of light shining right into your eyes.
Your mind processes this all rather slowly, still trying to stay with in the fog of the dream. Who the hell is this? A thief? A murderer?
Why couldn't they sneak in and kill you while you were sleeping? Then you could have still been with her.
And suddenly she is there, straddled atop you playfully, pecking at your cheeks in a vain attempt to awaken you.
"I need sleep," You say, "You kept me up all night."
She pecks at your forehead, and you try to block her kisses with your forearm, but she just kisses around the arm on whatever surface of your face is available. You lips, your cheeks, your neck. Even your ears and nose. "Wake up." She says to you, full of energy and enthusiasm.
You grab her in an embrace and kiss her everywhere until she collapses into a wiggling and giggling fit of uncontrollable laughter, her legs kicking.
She and you embrace arms and mouths. Other area embrace as well as the two of you make sweet passionate love.
Then she starts to feel less substantial, less solid, and less real. She is fading away beneath you and you struggle to keep her solid with futile desperation.
You find yourself in a dark hotel room, staring at the ceiling. Alone.
The sound that woke you was the doorknob turning and your room door quietly opening, a pin prick of light shining right into your eyes.
Your mind processes this all rather slowly, still trying to stay with in the fog of the dream. Who the hell is this? A thief? A murderer?
Why couldn't they sneak in and kill you while you were sleeping? Then you could have still been with her.
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