She just woke up from the dream she didn’t want to,
Barely opening her cute and swollen eyes,
She heard the sound of the alarm that broke through,
Her dreams, like skillful bunch of Russian spies,

Shaking, trebling, still disoriented, she stretched to stop that noise,
Slowly stretching in the semi-darkness, she broke the silence with her voice,
No word or sentence came out streaming, from her thirsty, soft and tender lips,
Just a sigh from what she saw standing on the display, that tickled down her warm, frail hips ….