As the title suggests, here is the first few lines from a new story I’m working on. More than likely this will end up being a piece of flash fiction.
Ray Rasmussen woke up with a start, gasping for breath although he did not know why. He had dreamt that he had been having sexual intercourse with an alien but the dream was not frightening and should not have left him gasping for air. As he thought about it he realized that the act was not sexy by any means but rather the act for procreation; pure unemotional sex. He sat up and could feel some pressure in his sinuses but his mind was still focused on his dream trying to make sense of it all.
Who had wanted to procreate? He thought. Was it him? Or was it the alien?
Another thought penetrated into his head, one that he felt was important to ask.
Why was he dreaming of fucking an alien in the first place?