The crack of thunder rouses me from sleep, but you're blissfully immune to the noise. My mind is foggy but my body is on alert. The storm intensifies, my brain returns to consciousness. I consider getting up to read, but then my alarm clock display disappears; the power has gone out. So I attempt to soothe myself, index finger on my clit, middle finger reaching into my pussy. Though I try not to disturb you, something - the storm, my pheromones - rouses you. "Let me join in," you murmur, your cock returning to consciousness before the rest of you.