An eternity in those brawny arms would have been a welcome purgatory for all my frustrated romantic longings. Entwined in one another we fell through unending space where time lost all meaning, not that I minded that. Sweet-scented air whipped past, sending my hair into a frenzy and stealing away the sweet nothing he was whispering in my ear.

Pulled so close I could feel his mighty chest fill with a tremendous amount of air before he shouted against the turbulence around us, “Wake up, princess! For the love of Jove, you’ve got to wake up or we’ll…”

With a violent seizing of muscles I jerked awake in my own bed, my humble, non-princess bed tucked in a pitifully small room of my quaintly small apartment. My pulse assaulted my own brain like a clumsily wielded sledgehammer. Half sitting up in bed I could feel each muscle group shudder. Breathing came shallow and raspy.

In the end my stomach led the revolt, and I retched over the side of my bed. Another perfect start to another perfect day.