In my dream the air is humid and hot. The smoke from the swamp fires is laying thick all over the city, and the light from traffic signals and streetlights cast eerie beams through the still night.
I have the window rolled down. I’m one of the few I know who likes the smell of burning forests.

I wait for you.

It’s so late, and I wonder why I agreed to meet you. And then I realize that it’s the night magic, and everything is different once the sun goes down.

I see your headlights drifting toward this spot, your fog lights bright as hell and making me wince. You kill your cougar of an engine, get out of the car and walk toward me. My heart, breath, and mind all stop. I know it’s you when I see the silhouette of your pantherine body. And then your ice blue eyes, such a striking contrast to the surroundings.

You’re a little way from me, but I can almost feel you breathe, when you look at me like that. With the smoke, the silence, the heat and your eyes, I’m in a different world. I am someone else completely.