How must I wait, adrift in these shadows... I feel the pull of the night, the call of a much darker dream. Blackness caresses me, bathing me in the sweet chill of darkness. I am free to do as I will and yet the arms I crave are far from me. My body longs for the will of another, reveling in the sensations of a sleeping world. My heart aches. Darkness encircles me, drawing me in. I drift.