Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila.
Everyone loves the Dream but I kill it.
Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground.
Through all the windows I only see infinity.
Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold.
I could see her get all nervous but she was also excited. Nightmares have that quality, don't they?