She has dreams, though she’d never tell you. Walking the beach, her hand held by a faceless man whose touches only comfort, and whose words only support. Wearing a perfect gown and tiara, while every gentleman in the room proceeds, in his turn, to spin her through the motions of a dance so graceful it makes her heart ache. Standing unfettered in the cold spring rain, arms outstretched, as if embracing the cleansing downpour and the shining sun that must surely follow it.

But every morning, a man with a very specific face awakens from his own dark slumber and batters those dreams out of her head with his hard cock.