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A succubus. A demon of his dreams. Shrouded in haze, parts of her speech audible, while her volume would drop completely at times, her lips still moving, while an overwhelming ringing start in his ears….

He woke.

Laying on his back, he slowly opened his eyes.

It was still dark, as the sun had not yet risen over the horizon.

He moved slowly, not to disturb the body next to him.

Swinging his feet to the floor, he sat on the edge of his bed blinking and rubbing at his eyes as they adjusted to the dark gray, pre-dawn shade of the room.

The room smelled heavily of sweat and whiskey with the underlying stench of a few good joints.

He looked back and gaze at the warm, slender body that had claimed half of his bed.

His eyes had adjusted by now and he could see the outline of the dark haired girl that lie there.

Even in the dim light, he could see how fair her skin was, perfect. With no freckles sprinkled along her shoulders or scars, or imperfections that he could see.

She stirred, moving from her shoulder to her back, showing the face that he had almost forgotten with the drinking and smoking of the night.

Her face was peaceful, as she was deep asleep.

She was pretty. If he could pat himself on the back, he would.

He sat there for a moment, taking in the features of her face.

Her thin lips, above which sat the only mark on her body; a small, dark beauty mark that favored the left corner of her mouth.

Her long lashes lay on the top of her cheeks and every few moments her brow would furrow slightly, she must be dreaming.

He slowly rose from the bed and fumbled for his phone on the bedside table before he wander towards the refrigerator.

He stopped in front of it and check the time on the small screen. 6:15 AM

‘Jesus,’ he thought. ‘Way too early…”

“It is, however, noon somewhere,” he muttered aloud as he dug through the freezer for a half-full bottle of cheap whiskey and some ice cubes for his glass from a few hours before.

Plucking a half smoked joint from the ashtray beside his bed, he moved across the room to a small office chair that sat at his desk.

He didn’t realize until now that he was completely nude, but didn’t care all too much.

He leaned back in the chair, lighting the roach before having a sip of his drink.

The cheap shit always burned going down, but it was good.

The horizon had now begun to glow as the sun was now attempting to begin its climb into the sky.

The room had changed from grey, to a very soft orange.

Her skin was now beginning to glow, even in this soft light.

He watched as her collarbones rose and sank with her breath.

From underneath the blanket, her legs lay exposed.

Slender, to match her profile, they sat at peculiar angles.

She looked as if she was trying to pose for the cover of some high fashion magazine.

Her hair lay in a fine mess on the pillows above her, but like she had meant for it to be that way.

She really did look like a model, lying there in the soft light, on his bed.

He chuckled to himself. It was probably just the pot.

The sun’s beams now reached over the edge of the earth.

Filling the room with a brighter, more yellow hue of orange.

She stirred once more, this time moving to her stomach, exposing her bare back, ass and legs to the sunlight that had finally crept it’s way into his window, across his floor and onto his bed.

Her outline was now shining with gold light.

Her skin was so pale, reflected so much sun that it was almost too much for his eyes this early in the morning.

He dropped the crutch of the joint into the melting cubes that had chilled his morning whiskey and made his way back into his bed along side the pale, dark haired girl.

A few moments later, she herself woke up.

She sat up and looked at the sunlight coming through the window.

She climbed out of the bed and set to fumbling, as he had, for her phone and after finding it and checking the time quietly said, “way to fucking early.”

She moved about the room collecting the clothes she had lost during a game of strip poker and shots of whiskey and began getting dressed.

He sat up in his bed now, watching her again.

She caught his gaze and they both smiled and giggled.

After dressing she came to the edge of the bed and sat down.

“Thanks,” she said with a smile.

“Yeah,” he said and smiled back.

She stood and bent over to give him a soft, warm kiss on the lips before she made her way to the door.

He drew the shades, making the room a dingy dark.

Made another drink and sip at it while he rolled another joint to smoke before lying down to sleep the rest of the morning away…

“You’ll wander and wander and wander and wander… “ he heard her say through the muted breaks in her speech.

This succubus. A demon of his dreams.

Shrouded in haze, he could almost reach out and touch her.

And then she was gone. Leaving behind a painful ringing in his ears.