Excerpt from Reset

“This quill may have had its wings severed but I drew her new ones. And it glided away and tried to paint you on its fictional canvas but you were on a different level of Dream. Thus, the empty canvas still needs to be filled.
 
 Know that these words are not auburn leaves carried by cold wind in the dark of night. They are neither warm, ceaseless waves of the deep blue nor are they velvet pledges of an underground volcano. These words are the vaporous ink that allows me to fall asleep after all the inner ice is polished and the colliding fire’s consumed. Meanwhile, I press against the existential walls of this ageless gate knowing the key is within me frozen. And you press your lips against your pillow, because you want your dream to move forward. Then I wake up with you in my arms, with your heart pressing against mine, ever so softly.”