8:06 am.

I wake up from a troubled slumber in an oversized bed for me. The blurry memories of an agitated night still stirr in my mind, getting mixed up with dreams in the most natural blending process one could ever witness.
I groan and stretch a little, accidentally catching the scent of her body still hanging on to my fingertips, to my pillow; and the taste of her mouth hidden in the back of my mouth. Like the most pleasurable of hangovers.
Images like flashes carry back delightful gasps that I snatched from her breath, or the slightly humorous sensation of feeling her skin shiver and get goosebumps under the contact of my hands and an occasional nipping of her neck.

Yet, the cold invades my thoughts, a harsh reminder of how things are, brushing away the pleasant recent memories and causing my own dermis to tremble and get goosebumps as well... just not the same, the mean kind.
One that causes despair when you notice that your body has started to respond to the pulsing arousement of rememberance and yet, you lie alone in bed.
Did we fall asleep or was I never awake to begin with...? I cling to sanity, drawing back from an awkward sensation of thinking myself too old and perhaps too vulnerable for handling the situation. It doesn't last too long, though. An oversized Ego with a strong right cross tends to shake away any sort of insecurities out of my system quite swiftly.

8:08am, I find myself caught in an intrincate pattern of woman's hair and bedsheets tangle.
A confusing mixture of sensations has caught me off guard this morning... and I'm yet to open my eyes.