Not great

They both fell asleep quick and easily. To both, it was a perfect night. That was, until 3:00 AM. Derek woke up instantly as soon as the clock turned, shaking and stirring. He was having a nightmare about the book. He couldn't get it out of his mind, even when sleeping.

Slipping out of bed, Derek snuck to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As he drank, he paced around the kitchen, feeling distraught. "It's just a dumb fucking book." He thought. He turned on the table lamp beside his couch and sat down. He made a deal with himself - "One page. That's it. I'll read one page - see that it's nothing, and move on with my night."

With that, he slowly cracked open the book. He instantly felt anxiety flood his body, and his fingertips went numb. He turned the first page - and was utterly taken back by what he saw. The second page was fully untranslated as well. "How can that be?" He thought to himself, "She told me the book was translated."

Undeterred, he tried to make out the words of the second page.

"Cum veneficia turpioribus instinctibus dedidit, devotionem dilecti amoris sprevit, libidinis ac perversitatis amplexus amplexus. Echo spectris daemonis recitationis vexatus, amator derelictus lacrimas compunctionis et desperationis flevit.

A daemonis invocationis spectris resonante inritus, despectus amator salutis cupidus, cupiens erumpere a vinculo peccati captivos. Cor tamen eorum in synthesi tunditur cum primalibus pulsum clamoribus dilectionis ecstatici, eosque semper propius ad obscurum amplexus exsecrandi codicis Gigas attrahens. Solus in tormentis, amoris sui jacturam luxit, ad aram impiae libidinis ac perversionis immolavit."

As he made out the final words, his vision momentarily went black. All of a sudden, he could feel himself laying flat, looking upwards through a haze. His eyesight was blurred, almost like their was water in his eyes. All he could make out was someone bent over top of him, swaying back and forth. It looked like the outline of a woman, and it looked like her breasts we're right above his face.

"Go back to sleep, honey.. nngh - it's nothing, I'm just cleaning.. fuck.."

Derek started to panic, his hands gripping the bedsheets. He used all of his **** to pull himself forward, but just as he did, he swung forward on the couch, spilling his glass of water all over him. "What the fuck was that?"