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I remember waking up for a brief moment that night. I could tell I was just getting out from a sex dream, though I was unable to remember its content. Although heavily mixed with the reminiscent horniness form the dream, I also felt a strong sentiment of dread creeping up my spine. I must also have had a nightmare. The familiar surroundings of our bedroom seemed somewhat scary in the middle of the night's darkness. The blinking red light of the alarm clock seemed towering and angry. It was a bit over half past four. My boyfriend's snoring were reassuring, though, familiar and sexy and appeasing, but maybe somehow a bit ominous.
As I was already starting to drift back into sleep, I realised I felt fuller than after any meal I ever ate, though it was a solid ten hours after a rather frugal dinner. With the absentminded hallucinations of the half-asleep, I imagined my belly bloated to beach ball proportions, distended and jiggling beneath my touch... which lead, I think, to others sex dreams, probably featuring giant bears.

I woke up for good with Tom's goodbye kiss, around quarter to nine. It was a hell of a kiss, tongue twisting, hair-brushing, crotch groping and all. "Best way to wake up ever" I said in a yawn. He reminded me he would be back from class for lunch and told me to rest and that he loved me more than anything in the world. And he never stopped smiling as he left the room.