This entire chapter is that of Carolyn's POV. A pivotal chapter.
Oh, what was that sublime dream I had last night? Wait, that wasn't a dream, that was me experiencing the aftermath of my "homework." My Lord, how I do love to do homework. I lay in bed, stretching, feeling the softness of Freddie's sheets. Freddie! It all came flooding back to me.
But wait, am I still dreaming? The smell of coffee pleasantly assaults my senses mixed with the sweet fragrance of baked goods. I must be dreaming. I continue stretching as I open my eyes to see a small table dressed with the most enormous bouquet of roses I have ever seen outside of a banquet hall. On the table was coffee and an assortment of pastries and a note. Dear Carolyn , I am such an unmitigated ass. Please forgive me and allow me to explain my "unforgivable" behaviour. xoxo F.M.
Hmmmph, charming, but right now I'm simply ravenous. Does sex make you hungry I wonder?
Wait! Is it still considered sex if I have it with myself?It's all very confusing.
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My word, is that a donut topping my coffee? I'll eat it all with no remorse. Yum!
KNOCK KNOCK
Yes?
In walked Freddie, with a cup of tea in his hand. I suppose he wants to have breakfast with me.
"Mmmm," he uttered, as he walked past the table display and sat at the edge of my bed.
"Have you read my note dear, I do so hate repreating myself" Freddie said
