As you lift open your heavy eye lids from a long deep sleep you see the sheen of light brown silk. Your mind drifts for a lazy moment before you realize that you are not in your bed and snap to confused attention. You are warmly covered in layers of thick fuzzy blankets and slippery bronze colored silken sheets. As you sit up, vision slowly accepting the soft light, you are both apprehensive and amazed at the room surrounding you. Cascades of every imaginable hue and shade of brown caress your wakeful perception. Walls of thin Hershey and Good Bar bricks make mosaic interlaced patterns of checkered delight. A subtly melted relief depicts a swirling volcanic scene, chunks of erupting truffles and Cadbury eggs raining down upon a village of logged Caramello buildings. In an attempt to dispel this impossible reality you tightly shut your eyes and are at once assaulted by the rich chocolaty scents permeating your every cell. Shaking your head and reopening your eyes, the room defiantly surrounding you; you accept your fate for the moment. Sliding off the slippery sheets, donned in comfortable felt pajamas of mahogany darkness, you feel the pure melt-less dark chocolate give softly under your toes. Surveying the wonders around you, you pause at a cherry wood table with a single inviting chair. Taking the seat you carefully examine the solitary slender vase and its incredible sweet looking flowers. The bushel of fully blossomed long stemmed hazel roses seem too delicately crafted to be real; their curving soft textured petals sparkling with dew drops of crystallized sugar. Your will sapped and your curiosity inflamed, you reach out with your shaking finger tips as slowly as the setting sun. As you touch the delicate looking petal you expect it to break off, but the delicious thing responds to your touch as a living rose would; soft milky chocolate bending and flexing with your connection. Pressing, swirling, thumb and finger tip test the feel of the delectable flower until you see the melting sweet joy thickly coating your pads… Without thought, you impulsively place your finger in your mouth and feel the burst of sweet gratification fill your body. The full creamy flavor holds on to your taste buds as your thumb presses against your bottom lip, spreading chocolate pleasure. Eyes widening, pupils dilating, you snatch a petal and pull it from the rose. Your salivating mouth moves the delicate confection up and down, teeth chewing the candied nectar across and down your tantalized tongue. As if a gentle ghost ran his hand upon your jaw, your head lifts to see a simmering Jacuzzi of syrupy cinnamon warmth. You wonder to yourself…
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