A room

I was greeted by a pleasant surprise when I opened my eyes. This was no rustic farmhouse bedroom. I was lying in a king sized bed, facing a floor-to-ceiling window with a view over a simple but beautiful garden that gradually descended to a body of water dotted with small islands. It was a gray summer´s day, and I could hear the light pitter-patter of rain on the roof. It was so warm and comfortable under the covers, with the relaxing sound of the rain in the background, that I almost decided to lie there for another minute or two. Had I been anywhere else in the world, I would have stayed in bed. But not here.

Quietly, I threw the covers away and like a midwife counted the number of fingers and toes, and found that I had ten of them and everything was just like it was supposed to be, including my morning erection. I suspected someone would be taking care of it very soon.

I slipped out of the bed and stretched my body, happy to be back, and avoided thinking about my last memory, of the closing elevator doors in the Antarctic base. It was a construct, anyway; my last real memory was from Galveston. And since I was here, now, everything was fine.

The door to the living room had been left ajar. I opened it quietly, and looked around. The room was as beautiful as it had ever been, and there was a live fire in the black, upside down mushroom-shaped fireplace that hung suspended from the ceiling. A tall broad-shouldered blond was sitting in the leather couch in front of the fireplace, his back turned. A sudden warm electric feeling swelled in my chest. There he was, my man. And he had finally gotten a haircut. He realized someone was standing behind him, and turned to look over his shoulder. I couldn´t stop a gasp.

It was still him, but... intensified. It really was the only suitable word. His cheekbones were just a little higher, the eyes deeper yet brighter blue, the nose utterly flawless, and his full lips had just a little more curve to them. The jawline was identical to before, though. The original couldn´t be improved on. I thought my heart was going to stop. This man was the most beautiful thing I´d ever seen in my entire life. He flashed me the happiest smile and stood up, and I instinctively took a step back. Engineer hadn´t stopped with the face.

He stood good five inches taller than before, and his shoulders were broad and packed with muscle. In fact, the whole body was now so muscular that it came just a little shy from being a professional bodybuilder´s physique and one glance at his jeans told me that as perfect his anatomy had been before, certain enhancements must have taken place between his legs as well.

He spread his arms. “What do you think?”

I felt a huge grin spread on my face. “I think you´re going to kill me tonight.”

“Why wait?”

Effortlessly he picked me up like a doll, and carried me back to the bedroom. “Welcome back, kid.”

THE END