A rough night

For a man whose last few hours have been spent frantically repairing a dying vessel only for it to crash around him anyway, sleep is hard to keep away. Now add a good, hard fucking to that and it is probably no surprise to anyone that you were fast asleep within minutes of your head hitting the pillow. You sleep deeply, happy to finally rest after such a long and fraught period and after a while you even start to dream. You imagine yourself and your lovely female companion piloting a milk-float across the Horsehead Nebula, casting milk and groceries off to the various planets you pass.

Suddenly though the milk-float cockpit begins to light up with flashes of red as hundred of warning lights blink at you, the whole float apparently failing simultaneously. You look to your friend but she merely shakes her head and steps out of the vehicle. You are left alone as the entire cockpit begins to burst into flames, whilst the milk-float launches itself towards a nearby planetoid. You fight to regain control but soon realise that crashing is inevitable as the doomed vehicle plummets towards the rock below. Your heart racing, you jump out of the vehicle at the last moment, inadvertently catapulting yourself off of the bed.

“Great Mother! What's happened?” You hear from your position splayed, face-down across the tile flooring. You're covered in sweat and your heart feels like it's beating a hundred times a second. “Are you all right?” The voice calls again, accompanied by a gentle hand on your shoulder. Scrambling to your feet you recoil from the touch only to find it was just the same svelte Valkyrie you had been sleeping with all night, now with a look of genuine shock and concern across her face.