He referred to you as his little snack." "He's a sweetie.

I tried to picture a female version of Jim and got Jim in a dress instead. The image was disturbing.

My mind struggled to formulate a coherent though, any thought. I opened my mouth. "Your pajamas have Eeyore on them." "I like Eeyore. He's sensible. A sober outlook on life never hurt anyone.

I dived for it, caught it three inches above the cement, and found myself face-to-face with the salamander. Ruby-red eyes regarded me with mild curiosity, black lips parted, and a long, spiderweb-thin filament of a tongue slithered from the salamander’s mouth and kissed the sphere’s glass in the reflection of my nose. Hi, I love you, too.

I looked at the canine companion. “Me cookies. You stay.

Nobody ever died of being shot by a cookie.

Living in your dreams meant bitter disappointment when you woke up.