He slid his hand up her long, smooth leg, his skin coarse against hers. Drawing himself closer, almost on top of her, he left a careful space between them so he did not press his entire weight against her delicate, womanly body. He could smell her perfume, something floral – sunflowers? – barely masking her perspiration. Her long, chestnut hair brushed against him, tickling his chest.

This was it. He had been waiting for this. His carnal instincts had set in and he pulled her closer to her, tracing her silhouette with kisses.

She moaned uneasily, entangled in his robust arms.

"Oh, Jumbo."

With this, his alarm clock systematically rang and his thoughts unraveled. Every buzz compelled him to sink deeper into his bed and made him want to never wake up from his fantasy.