You wake up at the crack of dawn. Next to you, an empty space between the sheets where you dreamed you'd met the man of your dreams at the bar. Fuzzily, you hear a rhythmic groaning sound of the floorboards. Your flatmates must be up. Sitting up, you realise this isn't your room. You look over the side of what you thought was your bed. And there he is.
"'bout time you got up. Get your gear, gym opens in 10."
How could you have imagined all that? You have got to lay off the mimosas.

Art by  todex