Please do. Profile addy good.

Kristin, insent.

Thanks Sail.

Also, not at all hard to read, in fact quite a pleasure.

They say that love and hate are two sides of the same coin. Janus, that two-faced bitch, just likes to keep things interesting. My bed is a shrine to Janus, and I lay on the altar every night, listening to that coin roll on the tabletop, wondering which side it will fall on -- heaven or hell?

There are nights when I slip into bed, and when my head hits the pillow, the residue of last night's dreams puff up like dust and suck me into that otherworld where I fly, I float, I fuck without compunction, without rules, without limit.

I long for that world, and on those other nights, the night when Janus rules against me, I lay stretched out, burning-eyed and waiting, on the altar.

I lay myself in sacrifice to Morpheus, but Janus will have his due.

Beautiful, Erin.

Erin, wow. And all you other wonderful people--I'm overcome with the wonderful, powerful stuff that's poured out here.

And jealous. But, good with the bad.

the residue of last night's dreams puff up like dust

I seriously love this line. Dayum.

That's the line I liked best, too, Deb. My eyes just kept going back to it, over and over.

I'll third my love of that line. Gorgeous.

Wow. I'm blushing. But thanks!

I LOVE doing these drabbles. Sometimes what comes out is so surprising to me, and everyone puts their own unique take on it.