As the clock strikes three, I'm restless, my body aching for release. I think of her, the girl next door, her laughter as intoxicating as her scent. I let my fantasies run wild, envisioning her here, now, her hands exploring my body, her mouth on mine. I mimic her touch, my fingers dancing over my skin, dipping into my warmth, as I imagine her taste, her moans, our bodies moving together in the dim light of my bedside lamp.