To wake up late one cool and breezy night, and find my partner in deep slumber, snoring away. I get a late-night tickle craving, so I dive under the sheets and scootch my way down to her feet. I am intimately knowledgeable of her tickle threshold, so I tease and stroke her soles and toes, enough to trigger the ticklish sensations while remaining pleasurable enough to endure. The ticklishness somehow penetrates her subconscious, and infiltrates her dream, where she dreams of being romantically tickled. Tickleception is achieved, and her laughter in her dream rebounds and manifests itself in the real world in the form of pleasantly relaxed giggles, sighs. I indulge in her sweet musical giggles, and the velvety smooth sensations of her feet against my fingertips, until the tickle monster is eventually satisfied. Drowsiness overtakes me once again, and I doze off by her feet.
She wakes up the next morning, extra cheerful and rejuvenated, and seeing my sleeping state -- nuzzling her foot like its my teddy-bear. My fingers twitch in my sleep, and graze her heel, causing her to giggle and pull away, waking me up. She teases me for the billionth time about my "cute obsession" with tickling her, and we go about our very average and mundane lives, happy to be alive together for yet another day.
