I was lost in a sexy dream when something shook me.

Was it a breeze blowing my hammock to and fro? Salt-tinged from the ocean with a whiff of tropical flowers in the mix? No. It was my roommate, actually shaking my bed.

“Your alarm clock is going off!”

Resignedly, I hit the “off” button and pulled up the covers. “Was it bothering you?” I asked, sitting up and trying to orient myself. The clock radio had been playing music loudly right next to me. I’d managed to blend the song into the soundtrack of my sleep.

He shook his head. “No, but I thought you might want to wake up and, you know, make it to class.”

I looked at the time. Fuck. I had managed to sleep through the first alarm, the second alarm, the snooze. The blasting rock... Read More