Night. Dark. Silence. Candlelight, wine, and me. This is where it happens. Introspective, wild, daring thought that can’t come play in daytime. No one is watching. No one is asking. No one is over my shoulder looking. Secretively delightful in such a naughty, daring way. Sly smiles of this is a me none know, as I cuddle up with a blanket and grins of hell I am on fire. Dare of dark luring me to let loose and breathe words. A moment where I smile in the satisfaction of no one knowing what my mind writes–except me.