When the sunlight breached through the pores of the sheer curtain and struck his visage, Mel awakened to a voice he was intimately familiar with whispering in his ear. Coveting to decipher the origin of the dampness manifesting upon his cheek, he witnessed the eyes of a young girl; Kristin was exhaling her hot breath across his face.
"We shall investigate the First Botanic Garden today; how vastly longer do you intend to linger in bed?"
When Mel cast his glares around his perimeter, he witnessed he was stationed within the bedroom of the First Class Residence, and his lover, hoisting herself from his side, had turned her curvaceous back to him while marching toward the wardrobe to dress. He pivoted to the left flank and glared at himself in the mirror, fully clad in garments. He possessed immaculately trimmed hair, radiant skin, and gleaming eyes; no matter how extensively he glared, these traits remained unmutated.
