My First Lucid Dream

I awake, lying in bed. One eye is open, and through it, I see a fuzzy, distorted blue and gray version of my bedroom. A combination padlock floated near in front of me. I scoff at my waking state, wishing I could sleep more, and I close my open eye.

Wait a minute. A padlock? Floating in the air? Excuse me. That defies reality. I know what's going on. I'm dreaming. I must take advantage.

In my realization, my bedroom is replaced with a blank canvas, the empty gray of the mind. The question is, what shall I do? How shall I entertain myself in this stroke of lucidity?

I summon... a horny young girl, for sex. She appears effortlessly. Much to my dismay, I cannot see her face, nor can I tell if she has clothes on. She is also frozen in a statue-like state. Enough of her. It's time to fly!

A floor is composed beneath me, and I begin to rise. With this rising, comes a deeper sleep, and the loss of the dream.

It is said that sex is not possible in lucid dreams, and for me, this is telling evidence.