A Cup of Coffee would have Made It Right!

I woke up to all white, not pristine, yet clean and fresh! Nestled in the midst of the luxurious cotton bedspread was nothing. They could have been the same sheets I have back in my dorm room. 90% cotton and 10% polyester would have worked just fine. I placed my feet on the ground, expecting, in all that dizziness, for the icy sting of a cold morning cement floor. Carpeting greeted my soles instead. A minute passed by and it was still surrealism in it's bare essence. I stood up and another wave of ecstasy; a pair of skin tight cotton boxers with its advertising brand name printed across my hips. It was half past eleven in the morning. 

I alighted. One to the right and then to the left, each step forward, deliberately slowed down and grounded to feel the realness of the the soft carpeting below. As opposed to pinching myself, this seemed like the better idea. 

"Yes, yes, yes!" my mind screamed, a child at the sight of Chritmas presents inside my head. All it did was heighten the endorphines. I exhaled... I exhaled again... Tugging with enough force at the curtain, lo and behold, rays, all yellow, all transparent and all pleasurably blinding. I stood there, satisfied of being the first to allow the sunshine in, in a dramatic fashion.

I imagined how my eyes would look like? Would they look translucent and luminous, as good as it usually does when I catch a glimpse of my eyes in the car rear mirror during Monday mornings? I inhaled... I inhaled again...

"Snoring? Oh well, I think I hoped for the best. Disappointment! Bah!" more screams of a child rang again, now, one that was reversibly damaged by the father denying desserts after pizza. Then the mind drifted. The mind is like the monkey, someone said. So, mine swung from tree of thought to tree of thought. 

"The torso needs work, but still, man I have come a long way!" 

My mind then moved to another tree. 

"Coffee would be great right now... Let's get this window opened for some breeze." 

The swoosh of the air carried scents of mowed grass blades and polluted air. My eyes wandered towards the uncomfortably close proximity of my dorm.

"I wonder if that work they spoke about really did go on..."

I stood there, waiting for the unnecessary 'stop and smell the roses' pause.

Then.

Warmth spread. Tall and strong. Warmth on my back. Firm yet intermittent. Stronger warmth caressed my left cheek. Lighter warmth swirled around my waist. And one point felt right, just around the lower spine. The warmth from my cheek rested on my shoulders, while my lips voluntarily and simultaneously, stretched upwards at the sides. 

He had kissed my cheeks, held my waist, pulled me in close and then rested his chin on my shoulder and his head next to mine after our first night together...

My heart skipped a beat....