I imagine myself waking up on a bed topped with a thick and soft blanket. As I turn my head to the right, I see open double glass doors leading to a veranda. The late morning sun spills through the opening across a wooden floor while a gentle southern breeze causes white translucent curtains to slowly drift back and forth. Momentarily confused, I glance down at the bed to see the sleek form of a sleeping woman with medium-length black hair and a delicate round face - Asian, yes, but of which nation? - wearing a silk negligee as she embraces the mattress. Oh, yes: this is a nice track.