I'm sleeping and dreaming that I'm with a good partner. But I'm too tired to even maintain the dream. The sheets feel cool against my skin as I stir slightly, my mind foggy with desire and exhaustion.

I want to feel someone so badly, yet moving seems like too much effort. The room is dimly lit through half-closed curtains, casting soft shadows across the furniture.

A faint stirring between my legs reminds me of what I'm missing. The subtle pressure grows as my reptilian nature begins to awaken, creating a noticeable bulge against the fabric of my underwear.