He makes his way across the dance floor, led by the music. His limbs are not his, but someone else’s. He needs to find a bed. And then he sees her. He doesn’t really see her. He remembers her smell. Blood rushes to his head in anticipation.
He closes his eyes. Pleasure engulfs his entire body. There is warmth. He bucks forward. Anxious. Expectant. The heat is rising. Sounds fill his ears. Shadows dance across her face. Passion. Pleasure. Pain. There is a scream. Darkness falls. Silence.
Sunlight creeps through his eyelids. Reluctantly, he let’s the rays in. His bed is empty. The room is quiet. He rolls over. The clock reads 11:11 AM.