I awoke the same way that I always do, the sound of my alarm blaring the most obnoxious mariachi music on the radio. The wooden blinds I had set up did their job though of keeping all but a few random slivers of light from invading my room. I didn't need to look around for the remote to the television; it was sitting on my night stand next to a half empty glass of vodka.
"God that was a crazy fucking dream I had." The events of the past day were too absurd to have any other logical conclusion. Without even looking at the television I turned it on, just in time to catch the theme song for Xiaolin Showdown. "Oh, it's a Saturday. Good means I don't have a damned thing to do today." I reached over slapping my alarm clock off and tossing the controller down. A normal Saturday, not that this would have any semblance of a normal day, I watch cartoons, play video games and drink. If the motivation happens to hit me I get up get something to eat but that isn't guaranteed, especially if I don't have any pizza left over from Thursday. I reached over to the glass of vodka and finished the rest of it in a single gulp.
It was then that I started to notice things; like that my pants weren't laying in a crumple beside the bed. They should have been right there waiting encase I needed them for some absurd reason. In fact there should have been a lot of clothes in random piles around the room. I'm a single guy, I do laundry once a week or whenever I run out of cloths. Until that happens they just gather around the room so their absence was rather odd. There was a light coming from the other room, and a sizzling sound as well.
"What the fuck?" I thought aloud as I threw my dinosaur print covers off me and sat up. The smell of bacon hit me and that was more than enough to get me on my feet and walking towards the kitchen. I don't have a problem waking up in the morning; I just have a problem thinking of a reason to get out of bed. "Who's here?" I called as I stepped onto the cool tile.
The woman standing in the kitchen was dressed in one of my t-shirts. It barely came down beneath the full curve of her ass and one of her shoulders were peaking out of the top the shirt. Her dark red hair was pulled up in a ponytail that still hung nearly halfway down her back. I knew I was still dreaming when I saw her, the woman of my dreams was cooking breakfast in my kitchen.
"Mornin' Sean." She replied cheerfully as she turned to face me. "Where do you keep the plates, I couldn't find them when I started cooking." I was dressed the same way that I always dressed for the weekend. A pair of socks to keep my feet warm and my Donkey Kong boxers. If I weren't so certain that I was dreaming I would have dove into my room in embarrassment. Instead I answered her.
"In the dishwasher." I never really bother to unload the dishwasher; I don't have enough dishes to worry about it. I have a top and bottom with one being dirty at any given time. "I think the stuff on the top is clean but check it." Karen twisted her lip slightly but did as she was told pulling out a pair of plates and sliding some scrambled eggs and bacon onto each.
"You know it was the strangest thing. After I came out of the computer with you I had this pain in my stomach. It took me almost an hour to figure out that I was hungry, and then I actually had to cook. By myself. Normally somebody comes and talks to me when I'm cooking, other wise it's just done." Karen grabbed a fork for each plate and walked over to me handing me one. "Sit, eat with me."
"I guess since I'm still having this crazy dream there is nothing wrong with this." I took the plate and walked back into the bedroom plopping down to watch the rest of my cartoon show.
"Why are you here anyway? I mean don't get me wrong Karen; I have kinky dreams about you all the time. But I just finished one. I think I'm due for a dream where I'm Vegeta. Either that or the zombie one, that one is probably coming up." I don't know how to describe the feeling I had right then. I was standing face to face with the personification of my lust and I wasn't horny, not at all. Instead I was wondering why she was there.
"You're not dreaming silly." Karen smiled as she eased onto the bed beside me. "So this is where those Shen Gong Wu came from."
"What?" I mumbled around a mouthful of food.
"I don't get to watch a lot of television. I own one but since you never write or think about me just relaxing and watching television I don't. Mostly because there is never anything on."
"Just like real life. Isn't that funny." With a smirk I finished my food and set the plate on the floor. As soon as my show turned off I was turning on my Playstation 2 and started up Kingdom Hearts 2. "Well you can wander around or whatever it is you do when I'm not paying attention to you cus I really want to finish this part."
I caught Karen's scowl out of the corner of my eye but I didn't really pay it much attention. Honestly how concerned are you when you're imagination starts scolding you? "Fine you don't want to pay attention to me? You don't want this?" Karen sneered peeling of my shirt and tossing it over my television.
"No not right now. I don't really have much to say to you either. I got most of that out before I rode in a giant mech and destroyed some monster." I replied getting up to move her shirt so I could see the game.
"This isn't the way it works." Karen growled forcing my legs apart and nuzzling her head against my crotch. "When I spend a little bit of time talking to a man and then we fuck. We'd get to it quicker but then I would seem like a slut." Karen purred biting down on my thighs through the fabric of my boxers.
