Imagine...

The room is intimidatingly dark. Fluorescent stars glow all around. It seems to me that we are surrounded by fairy lights- colourful and everchanging. The fan is switched off, but then, why is it spinning? Oh wait, is the ceiling spinning? Yeah, that would explain the fans. Fans? But there's only one! Concentrate, concentrate..
Yep. Only one.
Spinning stars, swimming lights. I swim amongst them. Hey, calls out a voice beside me, are you asleep?
Mmpf.


Hey, hey. Look at me. Don't fall asleep, you'll puke later then...
Uh huh...
C'm'ere.
I feel myself getting rotated 90 degrees in my bed. I'm face to face with someone, I can't quite tell who though. He comes closer, and closer. Until his lips are on mine, slowly parting them.
Oh, remove that shirt of yours! he says
That's easy. I slide my shirt off.
Seconds later, I feel a tongue inside my mouth, I burn. I pull it hungrily. He pulls mine. There we lie, close, but not close enough.
I turn around again... something like a hand forces me to. Something fumbles with the hooks.
 I'm naked in  the cold. Only above  though, I think.
In the million years to come, someone's lips moves further and further down from mine.Ecstacy. Bliss. Love. Lust.
Unzip me?
I try. But I'm incompetent, everything is still spinning. His hips are spinning, for God's sake!
I'll do it, he says.I see his manhood awake in my blurred peripheral vision.
Go down.I shake my head.
C'mon!
No.
C'mon! It's my birthday! Just a kiss.
Resisting is tiring. I feel dizzy, and sleepy. I find it easier to comply.
I slowly reach him. I kiss.I smile.  I sleep.His hand is on my hair, stroking it gently. I lick and tease.He drifts with swift pangs of pleasure...
He's all in. I enjoy my salty popsickle..
Oh damn, stop. I'll...
I stop. I drift into sleep immediately.He goes to the bathroom. Once he's back, we're at it again.. A low moan rises at the back of his throat. I feel a strange feeling of triumph. I grow vigourous.


TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNG!!


Yeah, dude. I'll be there in five. he whispers into the phone. The whisper sounds strangely loud to my ears.
Dove, stop. I need to leave. Again, I stop at his command.
Come up here. He kisses me. I lie there, half tired, half asleep. Naked. Cold. I'll be back, he says. I smile. He's a good liar. He quickly buckles up and leaves, but not before he places a peck gently on my forehead. I'll be back, okay?

The fluorescent lights fade.. the fairy lights fly away. All that remains is me, my darkness and my serenity.