The fantasy was one that he'd had before but that didn't detract from the experience. He tried everything he could to delay the inevitable but once the spell had come to an end he had no choice but to come out of it.
He woke with difficulty, slowly and with confusion. He saw lingering images from his daydream in the corners of the room, slow to fade, and found it difficult to move. He turned his head towards Alfie, seeing that he seemed okay but couldn't find the strength to move more than that for the time being. He tried not to panic; it hadn't been this bad before and he wondered if it was just because it had been so long since his last charm.