Ennis becomes aware of the need to relieve himself. He doesn't want to
move from his soft, and warm cocoon. He wishes to feel the dream instead. Jack is holding him, they are looking into each others eyes, they can smell the
rain, and the trees. Feel the breeze. The spring flowers, and have the restless feeling of the mountains. The mountain is their place. It feels like home.
Then he hears the loud pounding on his door. "Shit," he mutters, as he staggers from the bed. He grabs his faded jeans from the floor, where he left them. In the same configuration they were as he stepped out. He placed his feet in each side of the pants and jerked them up to his hips. Grumblin, as he staggers fumblin with the closure, to the sound of banging yet again. "Hold up there," he warns. Trying to get his sex directed mind back to the present. "Dammit, who in hell" As he grunts who could it be, this early on a Sunday morning?
He opens the rattley door. He look quizzically into a face he recognizes, but is startled by its presence. " Maam" he shies. What can I do for ya?"
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