"Mwah!" I hear the over-exaggeration of Marks kiss upon my forehead. I groan and turn over, not yet wanting to get out of bed.

"Get up, ya sleepy head!" He says as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his warm body. I don't resist as he buries his face deep in my neck, his warm breath leaving my skin on fire. I begin to doze off, feeling a wave of comfort wash over me.

"I said, wake up!" Mark demands, his hands sliding to my hips. He climbs over me and begins to shake me playfully. I groan and try to shoo him away, which is no use.

"Get off of me, you overgrown slug!" I say, trying with all my might to push him off. This only makes him more eager to stay put. He grins a sinister grin. He is planning something! I need to get this slug off! 

Just as I had predicted, Mark moves his hands to my sides and begins to tickle me. I squirm and thrash as he continues to tickle me until I can no longer breathe correctly. Well now he's got me awake, what does he want? I grab his forearms and beg him to stop tickling me, so I may speak. I wrap my right leg between his and throw my weight, flipping us. Now I am above him, in complete control.

"Why so much effort just to wake me, slug?" I say with a teasing smirk placed gently on my lips. 

"I simply was bored," he sighs. This slug! Woke me up at 6 a.m just because he was bored? How dare he even think of such indecency. I sigh and smile, even this slug, with his evil boredom, is still so handsome, that it may have been worth it.

"In that case, you could have watched the tube, or something, rather than disturbing my beauty sleep," I say dramatically throwing my head back and placing the back of my hand against my forehead. 

"Beauty sleep? You need a lot of that, sloth, maybe I should have let you sleep after all," Mark chuckles. I sigh and shove him, we both chuckle and linger in the moment.

As I lose myself in the moment, my body begins to tingle. My body begins to get heavy, my eyesight becoming blurred. What is this? I reach to touch Mark, but my body doesn't seem to move. I call his name, but no sound escapes my lips. I feel the room becoming dark, Marks body begins to move farther and farther away. I reach for him as darkness fills my sight, as Mark whispers "awaken"

I wake with a start, my body feels weak, sweat pouring down my face. It was a dream?