If you slightly squint myopic eyes, then you can see the time on the electronic clock. Half past six already the sun is shining with might and main, breaking through into the crack between the curtains.

"Thin curtains, we ought to buy more tightly ...".

The ticking of the clock at the same time calms and more awakens from sleep. The neck was numb, hair was scattered on the pillow. Strange time - morning. Night visions are still hiding in the corners of the room, and behind the door things are quietly being cleared away and the problems of the coming day.

“What did I dream? Something good, I guess. No wonder I smile so foolishly. No, I do not remember. Oh well. "

Oh, how sweet it is to yawn, to stretch the whole body, to run your hands over the warm skin from the collarbone, through the tubercles of the breasts, along the stomach to the shaggy bush. Under the blanket is comfortable, cozy, and the room is cool. At the mere thought of getting out of bed, large goosebumps came running and strode along the back, along their arms, and huddled together around the ankles. Gym, swimming pool, shower. Surreal vague images swim before your eyes, enticing and promising pleasant fatigue, a fantastic feeling of your own body. The laziness is piling up on a sweet, languorous languor and in a whisper persuades to abandon all physical activity in favor of ghostly dreams, in which everyone can become what he wants, without putting any effort. "It is necessary" and "I do not want", the warmth of the bed and the coolness of the room, the silence of the sleepy apartment and the throng of the morning Moscow streets. Who will win this time?

A woman with warm gentle hands and a large soft chest bent over a poor cellulite back, which must be brought into proper form for ten sessions. Each muscle capture leads to a state close to ecstasy. The body becomes hot and malleable, like clay. A wave of desire rolls up the very livers. The hands of a woman grow and become a little rough, the massage smoothly passes to the buttocks, and the woman turns into a man.

“How nice. But where am I? ... ”

Everything is spinning, hands - one, two, three ... - iron, squeeze, lift the body high, wet cotton wool licks the stomach ... below ... below ..

The abyss Inside the little animal is trying to get out and banging with small paws, banging, banging.

Heart jumps like a hare. Something happened, but what? A strange sound that ripped from the clutches of sleep. Snore. A man is sleeping next to him. Warm, dispersed, ridiculous in his childish pose.

If you slightly squint myopic eyes, then you can see the time on the electronic clock. Half an hour left before the alarm bell. No more falling asleep, because the affairs and problems of the coming day have already entered the room. The bustle of Moscow streets, dreams of a swimming pool, a gym under the sound of wheels in a crowded subway car.

Hello, morning!