Had it all just been a dream? Anime He flopped facedown onto this bed, the springs creaking in protest. The post-climax hit him, hard, and suddenly Blake felt more tired than he ever had in his life. The wick was pure white thread, it had never been used. One night. “What the fuck?” The shape was a person, he realized, because it had arms, and hands that it raised to its face. Telling her about things that had happened. It had been three years since she had died, and Blake had never really recovered. He felt himself edge away from her as she knelt by his side, unwilling to take his eyes off her. Grudgingly, slowly, he opened his eyes, and almost immediately did a double-take on the nightstand.
