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Strange, then, that she grew suddenly more confident and sure-footed as
she stepped over that intangible boundary in the night, a simple step
taking her from reality to dream -- one simple step shifting one into
the other. In this new state, she still resisted the rising sun
progressing the gradient past her eyelids from dusky grey to something
markedly warmer. She still unsuccessfully struggled against the barrage
of tasks and responsibilities awaiting her in the dawn. The idyllic
silence of slumber was slipping away and she could resist it no longer.
She began her waking sequence, arching her back into the warm, hard body
encircling her small frame. A hardness responded in kind, answering the
request with a firm "yes". Perhaps there could be a few moments spared
before reality -- if that was truly what this was -- crashed in. Her
stretch slid into gyrations and she slid her arm down ever further to
investigate what needed no further confirmation.
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