siege

Siege woke up with a fork stabbed on his right leg, just above his knee, while the drunken scent and snores of naked Latino men and women hung all around him, on a love bed so large and so soft he felt he would drown. He lifted the dead-weight of an arm of a woman hugging his waist. Where are my pants? he thought. Siege flicked his head and shook it. He ran his hand through his hair. Pizza. He reeks of pizza. How long have I been out? He pulled the fork out of his leg. Some of the skin came off with the fork. The wound healed in front of his eyes. What universe is this? He knelt on the bed. He was at the center. All around him were naked sinewy bodies. To a harem he shall go, he remembered saying and then pressing a button. There! On the carpet. Siege stood and his knees wobbled. Why do I feel so weak? He avoided stepping on one butt and breast after another. He got out of bed. So stoned are thee, he whispered to the crowded bed, the remote beside his right foot. It all made sense. Someone tinkered with his relaxation program. Oh he's going to kill someone in his dorm. Siege pushed the button and the room faded like a TV screen; it went dark and then bluish, the default setting of his immersion program. Siege crawled out of the desensitization tank and saw his roommate at the center of his red bed, with a fork on his leg in a sea of naked sleeping men. I guess, Siege thought, I have to recalibrate the program. The real world keeps butting into his fantasies. A knock on the door. He wrapped a towel around his waist. It was the pizza guy, a long haired Latina girl, the one whose breasts he avoided stepping on. Siege licked his lips and let the towel go. Maybe the program is fine as it is. As the girl was handing him the pizza and her bra, the naked men on his roommate's bed woke up, and walked up to him. To a harem he shall go. He thought of pressing the button again. And decided against it.