95 Silhouette is Still Just a Shadow

The sun rose as a roof of gold, bright amid the blue, bidding the stars to take their nightly rest. As darkness surrendered, every color changed from a tinge of charcoal to a vibrant orange. I wondered what we could give in return for such gifts of divine beauty.

I slowly opened my eyes and blinked, taking enough lights to adjust to my surroundings. The sparkling flares caressed my vision with some shades of the slowly dancing tree branches by the floor. As I spent enough seconds to collect the last memory awake, I came to my senses.

Last night, I dreamed about going undercover as a woman. I came to a secret event for the underground elites. It went bad, but things got worse when my identity was exposed by an evil old man and I was almost raped by him. He was one of the guests. I managed to fight back and escape, then I had sex with Marvel once we got home. It was such long, passionate sex.