6.
Maxwell awoke with a smile later on with the early morning sun lighting up the room. He had had the most marvelous dream… it wasn't very clear, but he knew that him and Miss Fine had finally gotten so very close. The way that he had explored her in his fantasy would have been previously forbidden. And his dream felt so real, so sensual that if this would be the case every time, he never wanted to wake up again.
With this secret desire acted out during in his sleep… hidden so deep within the depths of his mind, or so he thought, he could get away with dreaming of her this way. A sharp pain in his back brought him to reality though. It was hurting mighty painfully and he realized that it was because he had slept on a hard floor. He propped himself up a bit, placing his hands on the cool tile near him.
How the bloody hell did I end up in the kitchen?
Max glanced over to the microwave and the glaring green lights of 7:14 shined back at him. He was okay for the time, because everyone slept in late on Sunday. Moving a bit and touching the floor underneath him, he discovered that it was warm. He had to have been napping here for quite some time…
How did I get on this blasted floor? I can't even recall… he asked himself.
Maxwell looked down at the floor next to him. Sparkling brightly was Miss Fine's silver, chained necklace that had a rather large pendant hanging off of it that was shaped like a closed heart and lined with small crystals. It was lying on top of a clean tile square.
What the devil is this doing by me? Was Miss Fine down here?
For a moment, he considered the possibility of his fantasy actually having existed, but he quickly shook the thought away.
I wish… but by God, that'd make things complicated!
Feeling the complete coldness of the floor now, he wrapped his arm across his chest and realized that his shirt was open and all the buttons were unfastened.
Why is my shirt unbuttoned? I usually never wear my shirt completely open.
He scratched his head in confusion and got up. Not entirely understanding anything and being dead tired and hung-over, he decided not to question it anymore. He couldn't truly remember anything that had happened after he had drank that bottle of scotch. Not to mention, at this time he was worn-out and all he could think of was going to sleep in his comfy bed, instead of some hard floor. So, Maxwell pocketed Miss Fine's necklace in his pajama pants and slowly trudged upstairs to get some much needed rest while he still could. Much in hope of course, to have another intense dream of Miss Fine flash in front of his tired eyes.