P1: Morning mental boners

For the first hour that I am awake I am at the mercy of myself, hoping I can coax my mood away from the dark side. My brain is especially nubile during this time, and I choose to believe that this is part of the reason I can be such a wretch early in the morning. When my thought process is interrupted, I simply don't have the coping skills to recover and as a result am furious that I have been pulled out of my mind and into the world before I am damn well ready. So, in the ideal situation everyone around me acts as though I am not there until I approach them, so as to be sure that I am officially capable of communicating with them without fear of decapitation.
Despite the potential dangers of the early morning, often times I find myself enjoying a set of thoughts and sensations that never happen once I am more fully awake. Perhaps because I am less aware of reality, still lulling about in my subconscious, and we all know that is where the fun stuff lies. Anyway, all of this leads me to my point: there is very little in this world more gratifying than hearing the conversation in a piece of music. Not lyrically, but in the way a piece is played. If conditions are in my favor, I can actually hear the the taunting of a lover, the tension following which is relieved by a series of tickles and some heated sex, powered by frustration and a genuine lust.
When I hear the sex in a series of guitar licks, I get a charge through my chest and a little heat in my middle, the thrill of a voyeur learning something deliciously intimate about a favorite subject of my desire. So, please: if you are ever near me in the morning, please don't startle me out of my filthy subconscious. It's warm in there and the cold shock of the real world is nothing I am prepared to deal with until I have mentally boinked my subject of lust at least once.