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Moonlight filtered through the leaves enters his window, and casts a glow above his bed. Tree frogs serenade his sleep. He breathes quietly, but does not snore.

Alabaster skin glowing in the moonlight she places her knees beside his rib cage. Her feet tuck beside his hips and smooth legs run between. She settles on his pelvis and the White Lady prepares to claim him for her own. Her hands press on the dark of his chest and she leans forward to wake him with a kiss. Long hair caresses his face.

He wakes with a start and is alone.

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