So I woke up this morning, and I wasn't in my room. I was in some apartment, in a big bed. I cast off the sheets, and there's a deliciously cute girl lying besides me wearing nothing but a little pair of striped panties and sporting DFC. She wakes up and pecks me on the cheek, telling me last night was great. I ignored my boner and asked her confusedly. She said I must have been dreaming about my bachelor days.
It starts to make sense. Everything I do, from getting dressed to making pancakes, seems like I've done it before. She puts on a cute little miniskirt and tank top and we go outside. We're apparently washing the car today, and better yet it's a xB, the older boxier version. She casts off the tank top, and we have fun washing the car in the sunshine.
As we finish, we fill a kiddy pool with water and jump in it, grabbing some drinks. I comment on how good it looks, and she replies "Well after it dries, we can go check out that ad you made on 7th street. That'll get a lot of money in our pockets, Anon." ....wait? "Did...did you just call me Anon? ...w-wait, this is not my beautiful waifu! This is not my beautiful modern life style! What? Who?!"
SAME AS IT EVER WAS, same as it ever was, SAME AS IT EVER WAS, same as it ever was...
I wake up, it's noon and my CD player is skipping as it wakes me up. My pants are sticky.