It’s a bright morning, you finally wake up to the sounds of rustling bedsheets lacing between sweet whispers, dulcet like birds’ songs, and a gentle hand brushing against your skin as if they’re afraid of tainting you, as if they’re touching a work of art. Oh how sweet that is… If he’s your lover, not a stranger, he seems familiar, yet you can’t remember… And if this is a room you recognize. You’re in his room it seems, trapped and strapped, like a bird in a cage, while he’s adoring you with those besotted eyes, like he’s drunk by your presence, with a grin of a lovestruck madman. Upon seeing you up, he clings onto you as if there’s a magnet and croons. Is he quivering…?

“My darling… My sugarplum… I finally have you now, I’ve been waiting for this moment since the day I saw you…”