The werewolf’s eyes dance greedily over his lover’s form, silhouetted against the window. She hums, washing the dishes, blissfully unaware of his presence. She still believes he is chained in the basement of their home. Those chains did not hold him tonight. She will finally understand what it means to be loved by a werewolf.
I watch the sand trickle softly downwards. “So I’m really going to die?”
“Uh-huh.” The cloaked man in the corner said absently, looking at the knick-knacks on my library shelves.
“This is the part when you tell me you’re kidding.”
“Really? Sorry, I’m unversed in mortal slang.” Death said, taking the hourglass. “Well, let’s go.”
I stood on the deck, relishing the feel of the thin, crisp air, fingering my pocket watch.
“We got rich, Captain. That ship was loaded.” I heard my First Mate say from behind me.
“Good.” I watched clouds sweep beneath us.
“And by the way, this is a mutiny.”
He held the hussy around the waist as his wife opened the front door, bags in hand.
“Are you sure?” She asked, giving him one last look.
“I love her.” He replied flippantly.
“Ok, I understand.” With tears in her eyes she left her home, whispering to herself. “And by the way, I’m pregnant.”
Laughing, he lead Gigi down the hall to a room, locking the door behind them.
Gigi pushed him to the bed, and strapped him to it. The man smiled, and she couldn’t resist.
“I’ve been looking forward to this all night.” Gigi’s voice deepened. “ And by the way, I’m a man.”
Laying in her arms, he couldn’t remember when he had been more happy. Looking into the green sky and the sheep-shaped clouds he sighed, content.
I never want this to end, he thought.
“By the way, class started three hours ago.”
The dream shattered and he cursed, looking at the clock.
She gasped in shock as he revealed it. It was so big, it intimidated her. She didn’t have any experience with this sort of thing.
“Just a little taste.” His eyes were eager as he urged her to try.
She opened her mouth and took a lick.
“Oh wow! This gelato is great!”