Nonsense. Just a bad dream, after all.

You shake your head, irritated about what you were about to think, and push those strange sensations away. How did you even...? How was it possible that you would have actually thought this appealing? It was just some disgusting scenes, frightening actually, and only the cloudy veil of dreams somehow made this look sexier than it is.

You get out of bed, take a long shower, and as you step out of it, all those thoughts are gone. You prepare for the day. The maid has, of course, again set the breakfast table for you. You can't see her anywhere, though. She probably is cleaning the house or the laundry or gone out for some shopping.

You eat breakfast, sip your coffee and then skip through some magazines, before you leave for work.