Her skin touching his. His hands around her head. Reaching for her leg she pulls out a dagger. A ruby in the handle. The handle resembling a dragon's head. Her hand rubbing the dagger pulling it out. ...

"Wake up. Please wake up." The sun's warmth kissed my cheek, gentle, warm, and familiar. My thoughts that once raced now ceases. This is my peace. A simplicity amongst the harsh world nothing more not...

Its 1:30 in the morning (: