I fancy a great big hug that never ends with a comfy body that wants the same thing.
I fancy entering a fluffy cloud of duvet, toasting marshmallows, but only if I feel like it.
I fancy subtle sexual intercourse in my big fluffy marshmallow duvet cloud. Not much moving - too much like hard work. Just relaxing until it gets to the exciting bit, when I'll put in more effort.
I fancy a break.
But I really couldn't face a KitKat.
If only I could hug myself.
I fancy a bit of a lie down.