2 am again. Soft golden light streaming lazily across the room gently planting kisses between the shadows. highlights to curve and slope of the forehead, random hairs spun gold, nose, cheek, and lips. Slightly parted lips that once were insistant on finding mine with mint and spring flower luster. Now they spew a sound that could only be a trolls mating call. With a dragon’s breath, of heat and foul odor of the day’s last conquest.

2:01 am