I slowly opened my eyes, the image of a massive head with my fists in its eye sockets still fresh from the dream. The early morning light sneaked through the window above my head.
Will every dream be like this? I sighed and noticed no trace of a hangover. Nice. I smiled.
My penis was doing its morning thing, standing tall in full golden glory under the blankets. I looked to the side and the two were still sleeping.
I quietly got up and went to the bathroom, where I washed my face and emptied my bladder. Then, wearing a different set of clothes from the previous day, since those were dirty, I went to the living room and did my morning exercises while thinking about Hell.
I know Infernal, but the 'me' from the dreams doesn't understand…
