I dreamt of you for hours. I fantasized what it would feel like, you running threw my body. Making me feel fulfilled. I fantasized about the emissions you would produce. The content feeling I would be left with. This morning, fantasize turned into reality. 0,5 litres of liquid heaven. Mine at last. How would I consume you I wondered? Slow like the hours spent thinking of you or fast like a cheetah about to attack zebra? Easy. My Pepsi Max became my zebra.