Cooped up at home over the long weekend, praying that the old A/C doesn’t implode under the record heat, I woke late this morning to hear the others watching what must have been more Disney drivel and despite recognizing the musical flourishes and voiceovers from a latter part of the ride, lay back down to relieve the unsatisfactory emergence. There was some bickering about the playback skipping, so I found myself lifting the appliance-like disc player from the rear and looking for the right connections underneath for a two-pronged grounding cable (possibly a callback to checking the condensation pump or frayed toilet tank flapper these past few days). Results notwithstanding, my immediate attention was to prepare for a visit from John Chen on the 22nd, whose inclusion is definitely the product of our recent support of his Twitch alter-ego and went to see whether we had the arrangements to host him.
An extra room at the end of the hall, open with a bar-high counter for a wall and furnished with two twin beds in the light ash-veneer color popular in newer Taiwanese homes/Muji stores, was a giveaway that this was a dream, and I remarked as much as I walked back. A pretty young woman with short red hair, resembling Buffy-era Alyson Hannigan passed with a smile and consented to allow me to follow her to the addition to the house and make the most of it. Our interaction on the far bed was surprisingly detailed, as often they are not and merely presumed as through some disappointing narrative device: I could see the side of her face when it was pressed against mine and the shape of her body as she removed the remainder of her clothing. She told me her name was Christina (taken, perhaps, from the Lovecraft Country character), but that I called her “Linnie.” I dismounted and turned her over for re-entry, which didn’t come without the sensation of collision but was successful in the end. After returning to a reclined position, I asked her how she came to be here, and she said her roommate Hylie had invited her. It was Nicole Tan, with a curly perm, who entered and sat down next to the other bed, curiously taken up by the wife in an agreeable state. Linnie welcomed her from her knees, then closed her mouth and proceeded to call forth one last, powerful rush on my exit—but again, the feeling wasn’t all too fleeting and gave me quite a running start in the real world!
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