The sun set, leaving the sky a juicy orange above the hills and the deep reaches of space a dark, sweet purple that reminded me of wine. I strolled in the cool, slightly humid evening towards the full moon, gold like a coin and frightening in its majesty. It was the kind of moon that could make werewolves, could tug at the webs of your mind and bring out the evil.
There was a sweet fragrance in the air, something fruity like orange blossoms. I walked all night over an endless, well-trimmed lawn and the scent grew stronger and stronger, and I became more and more frustrated when I could not find the source of the smell.
The scene faded. My soul merged with my body and I slowly opened my eyes, realizing I had been dreaming. The drowsy warmth of my room enveloped me.
But this was not my room...it seemed altogether familiar, yet different. I noticed my simple bed had been turned into a four-poster bed, and up the four posts grew a green waxy vine, studded with huge, white flowers, which at their centers were very pink and bled into their petals. Small red fruits, which I had never seen before, concealed themselves behind the blossoms. The same vines draped over the bed to make a canopy. Fresh white and pink petals fell to the bed and had covered me like a thick quilt.
To my left was Thon. He was propped up on his elbow, watching me. His long black hair tumbled down and clung to his sculpted muscles. The petals had not covered him and he was completely naked, and very white like a marble statue. His whiteness almost matched that of the petals. His shadows were very dramatic and made me startle at how muscular he was, yet far from bulky. He was like a healthy cat that was bred for showing.
"Well, come here, now," he said, "you can see me, but I can't see you." And he brushed away the petals that had covered me.
