I gazed upon the town below from the shingled rooftop on which I perch. My eyes landing upon a couple sitting on a park bench, hidden by the shadow of a large tree created by a nearby lamp. The cool night air affecting them more than me, as they huddle together, breath coming out like clouds from between their pale lips. Although I am supposed to be dead, my still heart almost aches at the sight of these lovers. Their choice of companions might be unforgiving later, but they are content together now. Their blood rising to their tan cheeks as they dance around the idea of love.
Ah, love. I truly miss the feeling of his hands embracing me, comforting me. But I degrees, as I shift into a catlike crouch, I stalk my prey. Happily watching the couple, now, remembering that they are my next meal. I feed on two tonight, in the last minutes of twilight