Part 1 of 2

How long had it been? Certainly a few weeks, months maybe. Jim tried to remember his last sexual conquest, but either he was too drunk or it was just too long ago for any details to come to mind. He sat on his bed, waiting for any motivation to get up. His muscles ached, work was hard.
After a few more minutes of wallowing his bladder gave him the motivation he needed. Walking to the bathroom, Jim’s groggy eyes didn’t see the letter resting crookedly on the mat by the front door. He turned on the shower, it wasn’t quick to warm so he went over to the toilet.
When he was done the swirling water took away the remnants of last night’s alcohol. Steam was rising in the shower, the water was too hot. Jim turned the dial back just an inch and waited for the right temperature to come out. He stepped in. The water poured down, the heat hit his feet first, then his torso, then finally he brought his head forward. As the falling water splashed in his eyes, Jim blinked. The feeling of the water running down his body began to wake up his sleeping cock. It jumped at first then rose slowly. Jim took it in his hand and began to work it up and down. His eyes already closed, the images in his head began to appear with increasing clarity.
A room was visualized on the inside of Jim’s eyelids. White walls. No window. Empty space. Wait. Not completely empty.