Everyone Is Small At Night.

I Always Wanted To Ride A Dragon Myself, So I Decided To Do This For A Year In My Imagination.

My Grandmother Told Stories; She Was Very Good At That.

What A Plague Love Is!

She Pressed Her Hand Against Her Chest. No Heart. So Where Did The Love She Felt Come From?

The Book She Had Been Reading Was Under Her Pillow, Pressing Its Cover Against Her Ear As If To Lure Her Back Into Its Printed Pages.