As he kissed his way down her quivering body, she waited with anticipation for the bliss he gave so readily. Eyes closed, she began to grow impatient as more seconds passed without the warm, firm pressure of his tongue on her clit. Looking down, she was wrenched from her state of pure pleasure by the alarming scene unfolding in front of her. Slowly but perceptibly, the features of her lover were fading away. Second by second, inches of his olive skin and soft muscle were lost to her, and as the all-too-familiar buzzing in the room rose to an irritating degree, she realised with disappointment that, of course, she was dreaming.
Wrenching herself from the warm sanctuary of her bed, she padded across the room to the source of the intruding alarm. 5:30 am. Still dark, naturally, and as usual she was up before the building’s heating system. Having conquered the first hurdle of the day, she resisted the temptation of slumping back into bed and headed instead to the shower, all the time thinking of him- what else?