[font="Book Antiqua"]The floor was cold. He held his eyes shut as he reached his hands out and searched around him. Finally his searching hands found what he was looking for.
“Hey baby” her voice said softly. “Hey McGriddle” he whispered as he pulled himself into her warm embrace. The sweet smell of maple washed over him, her own personal fragrance that he knew so well. Visions of Egg and Sausage danced through his mind as he pulled her even closer. He heard her laugh softly. It was a warm laugh, warm like her delicious pancake sides.
“Feeling a little frisky today are we?’
“Always for you, McGriddle baby.”
She laughed again, snuggling up close to him. He could feel her silky cheese ripple between the two of them. He playfully licked at her, but oddly he didn’t taste a thing. Confused, he tried to open his eyes.
The floor was cold. He tried to open his eyes, but only a few shafts of light managed to pry their way inside before he forced them shut again. He reached out his hands and searched around him, but they came up empty as the dreamy smell of maple faded from his mind. He tried to open his eyes once more, only to again retreat from the light as his head throbbed.
“Damn hangover…"
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