Dan sat up in his bed, startled, but he wasn't really sure of what. He looked around him. At the current time, the world around him was lacking enough light to create colors, so everything was in black and white. Suddenly, pictures came flooding through his head. Him and Phil, kissing, smiling, standing forehead to forehead in a warm embrace. Those pictures… what was they called again? Ah, that's right – memories. Dan smiled, and sunk back down on the bed. He closed his eyes and replayed what had happen earlier that night.
They'd stood there, kissing, touching each other's bodies with love and lust. Then they had gone into the shower together. Times to times they had stop kissing, because both of them was smiling so bad that all they could do was just lean back and catch their breaths. And finally, they had talked. A lot. About them, their secrets and thoughts about each other, how they both had been holding back, but at the same time been trying to give small, barely noticeable hints to each other. As Dan lay there, thinking, he suddenly noticed that all they really had talked about was the past, and the present. Not the future. He wrote a mental note to himself that he would bring that up with phil as fast as he could. But of course, he would kiss Phil good morning before he did anything else. A smile began spreading across Dans' face, and he lifted his hand to play thoughtfully with his own hair. He noticed that it was curly; he hadn't blow-dried it, or straightened it after the shower. Oh god, he must have looked like rubbish to Phil. Oh well, Phil had seen him in his hobbit hair before, it wasn't really a big deal.
But as Dan drifted back to sleep he wrote another mental note to himself that he would take a new shower in the morning, because he couldn't possibly be clean from this nights shower. Well, at least not on the outside. On the inside, however, he was shining.