Consciousness returns to you, a vile and cold reality pulling you out of your dreams. Your eyes painfully crack open to see the sun just barely glinting through the blinders shining rays of light down through the single crack of open space between the two curtains of your bedroom window. With slow and forceful movement you push your chest forwards, readjusting your spine, adding several new sounds to your woes and worries. Your eyelids return downward, in defiance of your attempt to wake up.

Crack, Pop, Pop, Crack 

Yup, you're getting older...

A single curse slips out from your mouth and floats above you, almost tauntingly so, before dissipating in the bedroom atmosphere. You crack the rest of your body, stretching left and right, hoping to pull yourself back a few years when all your bones set in the right space. The chill of morning air, the rattling of your bones, it all brings you down to a state of depression that can't be killed with sleep alone. 

So you turn over in your bed and barely manage to crack open your aching eyes only to find a spare pillow, unused, by your own. Strangely, to your discretion, you find the pillow to have been used recently. With your eyelids just barely up you are able to easily focus on the strange teal strands that are scattered about. Your right hand jolts out and wraps around the pillow. You pull it closer to you and a strange scent of mint fills you with memories. 

It was yesterday... 

You met someone who had been lazily laying about on the beach-side. They were sunbathing, or perhaps just relaxing, with a very lovely letterman jacket wrapped around their body. You try to name them, but it slips your mind. All you can remember is your nervous attempt to introduce yourself to them. 

"Heh, you're pretty funny...hoppity!" their words were like the most pristine chocolate to your ears. You couldn't remember a time where someone's mere words were powerful enough to send shivers down your spine. "My name is..." 

"Ah..." You lost the memory again. However you believe that a second whiff of that scent would conjure another time from yesterday. You hug the pillow close, press your nose into the pillow, and take in that fresh scent once more. 

Just as you thought, it brought to light another wonderful memory of that individual. Now their face and body was visible to you. A bipedal rabbit, so girly looking, with that fancy jacket and wonderful sea-foam green fur. Their muzzle was pure white, like snow, with the same shade and hue covering their hands and paw feet like gloves and boots. Whats more was their cute yellow bangs and deep dark pupils, with lavender in their irises. The slight lash of their eyes, the flicker of fashion when they blinked, it made you weak in your knees. One more thing you noticed was the bushy bunny tail. So fluffy and cute. 

Oh the look on your face when you learned that the girly, feminine rabbit was a guy! You distinctly remember misgendering them as female, and they completely went along with it. You were so sure about it, you couldn't have been wrong, but when he revealed himself last night. It was like an atom bomb in your head. 

Your body curled around the pillow, in which your newest friend rested his head, and took another deep breath of his scent. Your mouth twitches, body aches, you remembered that he loved being told he was a girl. You didn't know if you were into it...

...that is, until, the rabbit pressed his lips against your own. He kept his maw so clean and fresh, the scent of minty mouthwash betrayed his more lazy lifestyle. Despite the rabbit's disposition to being relaxed, he took incredibly good care of his own body. It must have been why you were so into it. 

He unbuttoned that letter jacket and pressed his white creamy furry belly against your own body. The warmth of the rabbit would crackle, like bolts of lightning, up from his own form and surge into your own body. It made you relaxed, it made you weak, it made you want him so damn much. 

That night was something you could only remember in hot flashes. The different positions and exhausted breathing. It made your entire body shiver and shake. You bite your lower lip and found that the rabbit would stay within your thoughts, as you took more and more of his scent from the pillow. 

"Eh heh heh heh~" 

Your body uncurls at the soft giggles from behind you. Yet your exhausted body is no match for the speed and endurance of a bunny rabbit. Soft sea foam green arms wrap around your body, just under your arms. His slightly damp belly pressed against the arch of your back, fitting perfectly, as his hands brushed through your chest and down to your stomach. He gently brushed his hand paw-pads left and right across your belly. "Last night was wonderful, Hoppity~" 

Ah, his words, his form, that clean scent. It reminded you of how you met him. Beach-side ocean salt, warmth of a hundred thousand grains of sand, and the gentle whisper of the wind. 

Now you remember his name, his delightfully misleading moniker: "Sasha" 

You whisper back to him, a warmth in your cheeks fills and causes the cold weather to flee from the room you're in. 

"Oh? You want me to stay here, Hoppity?~" You nod to his question, and hear him sigh in a delighted acknowledgment. "I can stay for a few days if you really want...but I wouldn't mind another nice day with my new best friend~" He kneels onto the bed, causing the springs to creak. The bunny's right knee pushes up against you, pushing you a little further onto the bed. He finally slides into bed with you, nuzzling into the back of your head with glee.