I fall into a deep, peaceful sleep in my tent. The stars overhead wink and twinkle…
driving to the renaissance fair, strange that I’ve never been to it before…we got our coffee and a box of munchkins, and the weather is right…
Unhand me,you fiend — i’m just a ghost to pleasure you,a trick of whimsy,fevered…
I have dragon eggs in my head, and I can’t imagine the woeful life I’d have without them.