The Dungeon
I could feel myself slowly waking from a heavy, dream filled sleep, my limbs felt heavy, my mouth dry. I wanted to reach out for the glass of water that I always had on the bedside table, however I could not seem to lift my arm. Ah well, I would just lay and enjoy the memories of my evening with my lover. We had spent a lovely day in York, followed by dinner in a romantic Italian Restaurant in the Shambles, then…. and then what? I vaguely recall leaving the premises, held close to his...