Neither Trixie nor Emerick were sure how much time had passed when they finally woke. Based on the the state of everything around them, they had at least made it to the bed in the midst of their wild bout of love making. Unfortunately, it seemed they hadn't been too kind to it. The comforter and mattress were in tatters, feathers were everywhere, and Emerick and Trixie were burried in the midst of the mess. Destroyed bed or not, Emerick felt the experience had been well the worth the carnage spread out before him.
"Good morning beautiful," He called over to Trixie, who was begining to stir.
"Is it morning?" Trixie asked with a muffled groan. Her tail flopped pitiously to the side.
"Does It matter?" Emeric wondered.
