Everything started as if it was the first time.
A gentle nudge against the muscles, as you open up to it.
Deeper and deeper as it goes, you languidly arc to allow better access.
A very small, dreamy sigh is heard, and with it, you close your sky blue eyes.
Moving from the center, slightly to the left and slightly to the right, it finds your sore spot and you wince uncomfortably.
Even so, it still goes on, in and out.
In and out.
In and out.
Increasing the speed.
In, out, in, out.
Decreasing again, slowly.
In and out.
Then, taking it completely out, you smile, seeing only white.
And, as the magic of the moment is severely broken, an irritated voice along with a loud knock on the door, calls you.
"Goddamnit, Strife. How long are you going to keep brushing your teeth in there?"
Needless to say, you can't even enjoy the simplest of pleasures anymore.
Aahh. The hardships a SOLDIER must endure.
