A delightful warmth surrounds my entire body and I will myself to not wake up. A pleasant and inviting aroma accompanies it, enticing my lady parts. Dreams like this one need to feel this real more often.
“Oh, girl,” my inner voice says with a yawn. “We just had some long-needed good night’s—“
Something tugs gently at my body and my eyes spring open. My heart thuds in my chest, hard enough to be felt in my ears as I realize that I’m not actually dreaming.
Keeping as still as possible, my gaze flits around my surroundings. Panic rises within as reality sets in. I’m not in my apartment! Worse, I don’t recognize where I am at all!
The bed shifts slightly and I’m suddenly released. I dart out of the bed and press my back to the closest wall to assess my situation. After a few deep breathes, I shift closer to the sleeping body. My head tilts to get a better look at the man’s face, but most of it is hidden by his arm and the pillow.
Where the fuck am I?
The last conversations I had at the bar last night flood into my mind like an avalanche. Anger surges through me instantly and I look for the closest thing to use as a weapon.
“Don’t do it,” my inner voice warns. “You—“
“You fucking asshole!” I shout, striking him with a pillow. I manage to get in two more rounds before he yanks it away, leaving me defenseless.
“What the fuck?” he groans.
Fury cancels out any and all logic. Climbing back onto the bed, I begin swinging my fists in his direction. “You lying, arrogant, fucking prick!”
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