...I'll wake up slowly, savoring the feeling of a warm form pressed into me

...I'll smell the unmistakable scent of sex in the air and on my body

...I'll hear the rumble of masculine breathing in my ear

...I'll feel a hand gently cupping my breast.

Confused, I'll examine the hand and find a tiny star tattooed between forefinger and thumb. My heart will race, and I'll feel a dampening between my thighs. I'll also feel an insistent pressing into my lower back, and arch backwards against it. I'll slide my hand between our bodies to caress that silk-covered steel...

Then one of the girls will burst into the room and yell "Get your lazy ass outta bed, Hath!"

And I'll have to kill one of them for interrupting THAT dream.

Seriously though, if I'm up at this hour next Thursday, somebody shoot me.

~ Hath