How do two lone people produce a pair that can feel each other? Truly, you've moved into me...I can be decoyed out of bed by the smell of your skin, wafted to my nose by the breeze through the bedroo...

I groaned as my alarm went off, drawing me from my delightful dreams. Rolling over, I stared blurry-eyed at the annoying machine. Its beady red dials showed the time as 9:00 am, but I knew, just kne.