He was gone before I woke up, but he had left a delicate note next to my bed on an ornate piece of paper. The paper was beautifully etched in gold, and his handwriting was as exquisite as calligraphy. I rolled over in bed, inhaling his lingering scent in the sheets as I opened the beautiful card.
I have never dreamed before. Nor have I ever seen the gates of heaven, but I'd wager nothing is more beautiful than you and the way you taste.
-Drex
