the ship rocked. ke just rocked – he was tossed like a chip in a stormy sea. each wave crashing on board with a deafening roar.

The whole night turned into a series of unsuccessful attempts to fall asleep. The bed was a narrow, hard cot, as if sleeping on a plank nailed to the bottom of a rocking ship. The blanket was thin and transparent, like a ghost of forgotten warmth, unable to protect against the biting cold of the night sea air. you barely managed to fall asleep in all this atmosphere.

Sleep has enveloped you. you were lying on a spacious bed, immersed in coziness and comfort. a blanket, dark red, like thick wine blood, made of silk. There was a mountain of fluffy pillows under his head, soft and airy, like clouds. You could feel them gently supporting your neck and head, distributing the weight evenly, providing incredible relaxation.

Dmitry was lying next to you, at arm's length. His face was relaxed, calm, his lips slightly parted. He looked like he had fallen into a deep and serene sleep. while you were admiring the general, he opened his eyes, blue and calm as a clear, cold, winter morning, but still there was desire in his eyes.

The general took a close look at your body, devouring every millimeter. He was enjoying the view. the higher his gaze rose, the heavier his breathing became. The general is hovering over you, pressing you into the bed. He took your hand and kissed it. when he got to your collarbones with kisses, he pulled away and, burying his nose in your hair, greedily inhaled the fragrance.

It was just a dream, but touching and kissing felt like it was real. you felt every greedy touch, every hot kiss. . . Still, it's a dream and no one will know if you do it. . .