Without my permission, the sun has decided to begin its diurnal ascent. I am awake, sleepily awake, but still awake. Quirky dreams with people my brain created from literary and cinema characters. But I was distinctly there with a lover, sweetly kissing my throat and pursed lips. Then the alarms rudely shake me awake warning me of the impending day.
Damn you, you solstice pussy-blocker.
Eh, even asleep, I'm not getting any.
Comments
You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.