My Dreams
In the dead of night I waited for him, hoping he would come and sweep me away into the night of blood and passion. My dream incubus was mine alone, and I planned to savor our meetings as long as he came to me. Yet the clock continued to click and still his presence was absent. Opening my eyes I found the window light was a dove gray as the sun slowly climbed into the sky. By the time the sun's rays of red and pink lit the world, it was time for me to rise and go about the day, a little crankier...
Supernatural