C76 Hyenas

Sometime between talking and giggling I drifted to sleep. I don’t know what time it was when I began to stir. Low voices swirled around my head, a strong warmth pressed against me and a greedy fingers trailed up and down my body. Flames flickered in the fireplace and shadows danced around the room. It felt as if I hovered above the bed, my head heavy, my needs sated, and my heart content