A Rude Awakening Part One (Loosely based on a dream I had)
The last thing I remember was going to bed in my room. I had just finished a hard week of classes, followed by an extended weekend of partying. It was Sunday night and I was alone again in my dinky little dorm room. The only thing I had on my mind was reading a book, so I pulled out my copy of Return of the King and began to flip through the pages to find the chapter about the battle of Pellenor Fields. Sooner or later, I must have fallen asleep and from that point on, nothing would ever be the same.
I fell almost immediately into a deep, dreamless sleep. I don't know how long I remained in my room, but at some point in the night, the room seemed warmer, and the air seemed cooler and fresher on my face. But, as usual, I was in the midst of alcohol-induced slumber and there was no way I was waking up to investigate these perceived changes in my room. Knowing me, I'd probably trip and fall and end up passing out on the cold, dirty floor. Yep, I knew I was better off staying right where I was. I pulled the blankets up higher and drifted back off.
The first rays of sunlight hit my face hours later. I thought that was strange, considering I had lowered the shades long before even thinking about sleeping. I groaned into the pillow and tried to turn over as to hide my face from the breaking day. Unfortunately, I hit an obstacle. A very warm obstacle, and that's when I began to freak out. My eyes snapped open and I looked around.
This was not my room. This was a large...dare I say bedchamber in some rustic sort of dwelling. The windows were all open, allowing copious amounts of sunlight to enter the room. Upon further examination, I discovered it was quite chilly out from under the covers, especially after I realized I wasn't wearing any clothes. But my most immediate discovery was that I was not alone. Lying next to me was a tall, (very handsome) blond man, who couldn't have been much older than I was. I soon discovered that he was also without clothing and my head began to swim. How much did I have to drink last night? Where was I, anyway?
I wrapped one of the blankets around my body and slowly got up from the bed. I didn't see anything...modern anywhere. No stereo, no computer, no telephone...I had to be dreaming. I walked over to one of the open windows to get a good look at where I was. Maybe I could run, flag down a car or something. But as I looked out, all I could see were miles and miles of flat plains and high grasses. It looked like I was on the top of a very high hill, and beyond the plains, I could just barely make out a shadow of some low mountains. Where the hell was I? Eastern Oregon ?! (inside joke)
I started to get dizzy and I whirled around. It was then that I caught my reflection in a mirror across the room. I was so...tall, or at least I looked that way, and my shoulder-length purple hair was gone too, and in its place was long, wavy, pure black hair, hanging down to my waist. Now this was seriously going too far. I was about to faint when I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my hips and pull me backwards against a warm chest.
"Usually I am the first one out of bed, Riel. Is there some special occasion?" The man asked. Riel? That wasn't my name. Then I realized he was referring to me...since there wasn't anyone else around.
"Oh, uhhh...no special reason. I'm just not feeling like myself today." I said, uncertainly.
He spun me around in his arms, before lifting me off my feet gently and carrying me back towards the bed.
"It must be the child again. But you know what the midwife said about being off your feet when you are with child. Honestly, I think you work yourself too much."
Did he just say child? No...I was sure this had to be a dream. Had I not been so freaked out, I might have actually enjoyed it...waking up in bed with a gorgeous naked man beside me.
"Luckily", He continued, "I don't suspect you'll be doing much of anything today. I've seen to it that I won't be disturbed, just so I can spend the whole day with you. We've never had that kind of privacy since we were first betrothed, and considering your announcement last night, I think we deserve it." Before I could agree, disagree, or ask him where the hell I was, he kissed me. I wasn't sure if I should respond, but when his hands moved to the sheet I was wearing, and slowly began to push it down, I stopped being able to control myself.
What happened next, I still do not have the words to explain, but I can say that it was much better than any drunken frat boy I've fooled around with. Before I knew it I was asleep again....but where would I wake up this time?
The last thing I remember was going to bed in my room. I had just finished a hard week of classes, followed by an extended weekend of partying. It was Sunday night and I was alone again in my dinky little dorm room. The only thing I had on my mind was reading a book, so I pulled out my copy of Return of the King and began to flip through the pages to find the chapter about the battle of Pellenor Fields. Sooner or later, I must have fallen asleep and from that point on, nothing would ever be the same.
I fell almost immediately into a deep, dreamless sleep. I don't know how long I remained in my room, but at some point in the night, the room seemed warmer, and the air seemed cooler and fresher on my face. But, as usual, I was in the midst of alcohol-induced slumber and there was no way I was waking up to investigate these perceived changes in my room. Knowing me, I'd probably trip and fall and end up passing out on the cold, dirty floor. Yep, I knew I was better off staying right where I was. I pulled the blankets up higher and drifted back off.
The first rays of sunlight hit my face hours later. I thought that was strange, considering I had lowered the shades long before even thinking about sleeping. I groaned into the pillow and tried to turn over as to hide my face from the breaking day. Unfortunately, I hit an obstacle. A very warm obstacle, and that's when I began to freak out. My eyes snapped open and I looked around.
This was not my room. This was a large...dare I say bedchamber in some rustic sort of dwelling. The windows were all open, allowing copious amounts of sunlight to enter the room. Upon further examination, I discovered it was quite chilly out from under the covers, especially after I realized I wasn't wearing any clothes. But my most immediate discovery was that I was not alone. Lying next to me was a tall, (very handsome) blond man, who couldn't have been much older than I was. I soon discovered that he was also without clothing and my head began to swim. How much did I have to drink last night? Where was I, anyway?
I wrapped one of the blankets around my body and slowly got up from the bed. I didn't see anything...modern anywhere. No stereo, no computer, no telephone...I had to be dreaming. I walked over to one of the open windows to get a good look at where I was. Maybe I could run, flag down a car or something. But as I looked out, all I could see were miles and miles of flat plains and high grasses. It looked like I was on the top of a very high hill, and beyond the plains, I could just barely make out a shadow of some low mountains. Where the hell was I? Eastern Oregon ?! (inside joke)
I started to get dizzy and I whirled around. It was then that I caught my reflection in a mirror across the room. I was so...tall, or at least I looked that way, and my shoulder-length purple hair was gone too, and in its place was long, wavy, pure black hair, hanging down to my waist. Now this was seriously going too far. I was about to faint when I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my hips and pull me backwards against a warm chest.
"Usually I am the first one out of bed, Riel. Is there some special occasion?" The man asked. Riel? That wasn't my name. Then I realized he was referring to me...since there wasn't anyone else around.
"Oh, uhhh...no special reason. I'm just not feeling like myself today." I said, uncertainly.
He spun me around in his arms, before lifting me off my feet gently and carrying me back towards the bed.
"It must be the child again. But you know what the midwife said about being off your feet when you are with child. Honestly, I think you work yourself too much."
Did he just say child? No...I was sure this had to be a dream. Had I not been so freaked out, I might have actually enjoyed it...waking up in bed with a gorgeous naked man beside me.
"Luckily", He continued, "I don't suspect you'll be doing much of anything today. I've seen to it that I won't be disturbed, just so I can spend the whole day with you. We've never had that kind of privacy since we were first betrothed, and considering your announcement last night, I think we deserve it." Before I could agree, disagree, or ask him where the hell I was, he kissed me. I wasn't sure if I should respond, but when his hands moved to the sheet I was wearing, and slowly began to push it down, I stopped being able to control myself.
What happened next, I still do not have the words to explain, but I can say that it was much better than any drunken frat boy I've fooled around with. Before I knew it I was asleep again....but where would I wake up this time?