Frank rolled around in his bed, fighting to stay asleep just a while longer. He didn't want to leave the darkness, the woman, the new comfort he'd found…eventually, he lost the battle. As his eyes adjusted to the light, the dream faded, along with his memories of the first one.
Frank felt disorientated, not knowing how long he was asleep, not knowing why he felt so rejuvenated and relaxed…he just savored the feeling and rolled out of bed. He was very much looking forward to Stuart's party; he was sure that he was in for a night of fabulous sex; especially with his newfound energy…he couldn't wait.
He spent most of the day pampering his body. He indulged in a manicure, a pedicure, a long luxurious bath…he wanted to be at his most irresistible…and he was. He chose his best outfit and then began to apply his makeup.
He would, of course, have to be fashionably late to the party. After all, everyone would be in costume; an "entrance" would be the only real way to get everyone's attention.