Bedroom madhye hoti tichya. Jhopali hoti.. Bed war padali hoti, Kes as usuall mokale.. padar thoda khali saraklela n sadi gudhaghyan paryant war gelel..... Me control karu shakalo nahi. Mhantal aaj kay hoil te hoil. Me ghar atun lock ahe ka check kela. Door locked hota. Kakuchya kholit gelo n bed war basalo.. Pehele window che padade band kele.. kholit barya paiki light kami jhala.. Ata me kaku chya shejari jhoplo…(NOW IMAGINE THAT SCENE)Me kakuchya shejari jhoplo…. Tichya mokalya kesancha smell. It was at that moment that I woke up. I blinked groggily, throwing the blankets off of my face and checking the time. It was already past noon. I shifted to sit up in my bed, confused and so filled with lust over the dream I’d just imagined up. I felt it between my legs, I was dripping wet. Never had I experienced anything like that – a dream so close to reality. I had wanted so badly for it to be real. And that was why I knew I would have to seek Dallas out one of these days. He was right: we. "I'm sorry I can't offer you something to put on. I've been exactly where you are, and I know it's forbidden. There's probably nothing here but bedclothes anyway. The potion will put you to sleep soon..." Unable to think of anything else to say to the woman, Danica nodded and then left the room.Danica returned the next day as instructed. She awakened the still dozing Marlena when she determined that her presence in the room was not going to do the trick."Marlena, you need to get up," Danica. “Seriously, not helping. Explain it to me in terms I can understand. And what is this ‘untethering’ stuff?”“Why don’t you sit down first? It’s gonna be a while.” Frank calmly said.“Dude, you better explain some things quick. I am reaching the end of my patience here.” I wasn’t feeling his calm and composed attitude, acting if this was just another banter-filled conversation between friends.“Someone is sleeping on my bed who looks exactly like me. Last time I checked, I don’t have a twin brother.