Attempt to return to your euphoric dream

Covering back up under the blankets, you manage to clear your mind and fall asleep within minutes. Back in the white room, you begin to flutter with anticipation. But the scene seems different than before. Looking down, you notice you?re still nude, but are no longer feeling pleasure. There are also no voices, no whispers. The only sound you hear is a repetitive plunking noise. From behind you.

You turn, and find a British lad playing paddleball. Dunka-dunka-dunka. He doesn?t even notice you. Dunka-dunka-dunka. He?s quite good, actually. He also looks like a precocious little twit.

Whoosh! You look up just in time to find a raven whistling by your head. He circles back and rests on an invisible perch, also failing to notice you while preening himself.

One thing does seem familiar, though. Yes, it?s a low, tinny sound, though it gradually grows louder. Annoying as it is, the boy and the bird seem unaffected. Soon, the volume grows to unbearable levels. Just when you think you can?t take it anymore, it hits you again.

Your fucking alarm clock. Why did I hit the snooze button, again? You feel a little more rested, despite the mildly disturbing dream sequence. It was also enough to knock all the sexual desire out of you. For the time being, anyway.