As the cocks began crowing from the North, to the South and from the East to the West, it became clear to me that it was dawn already.

But I still haven't seen a glimpse of light gazing through my room from my white, transparent window blind.

“It's not morning yet.” I said to myself and peacefully tried closing my eyes again.

A few minutes later, before my eyes could close, I felt something cold and soft touching me from behind.

It took me surprised, like I was electrified.

“It is the coldness of my bed spread, it's been weeks since I changed it.” I said to myself.

So, I closed my eyes again.

Not only that, but I could still feel how something cold and soft reached out to me, held me firmly like a bee is to nectar.

I rose and froze, then turned my head to the other direction and in darkness I could see darkness, a muscled guy all over me.

I screamed in silence and then came flashback.

Me trying to remember how this man got into my house. 

“I went outing for some me time yesterday, when this man walked up to me.”  I was thinking.

Suddenly, the rest of the thoughts began blurring off, and I started having a headache.

So, I tried reaching out for my phone to the usual position I keep before sleeping, but to no avail.

“It's not my house.” I said solemnly in my mind.

“So, where I'm I? And how did I get here?” I asked myself, while the birds started whispering and chipping as I continued wondering, subconsciously.

Then lights began paving its way.

I turned around for the second time, and I could see a smooth black, cute guy comfortably sleeping and holding me tight.

“ I am in his house.”  I finally concluded.

“But how did I get here?” I asked rhetorically in my mind.

I was restless. Nothing could come running into my head, all memories seemed blurred and lost.

“Should I continue sleeping or wake up to my demise from this sleep which I consider a dream?”  I asked myself.

But this is not a dream.

“What really happened?” I asked myself again, sadly. To my greatest surprise, he opened his eyes like a newborn baby.

“Good morning dear” He whispered with his heavy bass.

“I can see you're up already.”  He said.

I couldn't alter a word, all I did was look him directly into his eyes, that which I have never done before.

It shocked me, for real.

He held me tight again and then tried turning my back to face the bed. I tried resisting, until he succeeded as I willingly gave in.

He then laid his head on my strong, bonny chest.

I could feel him listening to my heart beat increasing, yet it still didn't matter to him, he was very much comfortable, and I in other hand was still very comfortable with it.

At this point, the room is now clear to my viewing as the light continuously faxed into the room.

I could see a flat screen TV, inch of about 7 meters long on the wall.

Then a reading table at the left angle of the room.

No gas cooker, but I could see another room, adjacent to the reading table, which might probably be the toilet.

I was startled!

I am in another guy's house, and I'm comfortably in his arms like his wife.

My mouth was too unholy to call out to God.

“What in the hell did he do to me, I hope it's not what I am thinking?” I asked myself.

And I quickly pushed his head off my chest and escaped the bed like a Lion running towards its prey.

“He might have even preyed on me already from the back!”  I was scared.

“ But I can't feel any pains, that's impossible” So, I concluded.

I was speechless.

How did I get here is the question that kept running through my mind while I looked at my surroundings, like Daniel in the lion's den?

Dear! He said.

“What's wrong?”  He asked out in the most romantically way I could ever imagine.

“Did you enjoy last night to the extent that you lost yourself?” He asked.

“What do you mean? And What I'm I doing here?”  I asked angrily.

“How in the hell did I get here and what happened to me, I mean, what happened between us?!”

Before I could realize, the questions were already too many.

I had to take a break and restlessly bounce around the four corners of the room, looking for a way to escape, like a pregnant woman in labor while waiting for him to answer me, to no avail.

“Do you mean to tell me you can't remember anything from last night?” He surprisingly asked.

“We both climbed on each other.” He said in a low tune.

“Even though you resisted me at first, claiming not to like it. You climbed on me first, and I ended on you. It was such a romantic night, baby.” He explained.

My face looked like I had just kicked my leg on a stone.

I was shock and dumb founded, no iota of word could space out of my mouth. I could almost feel myself giving up the ghost.

“What really happened that led to all these?” I asked with tears rolling down my chicks.

“What have I done?” I cried out loud and stumbled on the floor like a bag of rice.