Columbia
4:08am

Surely last night was a dream...I hardly remember what happened. I just remember that a lady came to me in the night, so beautiful, and called me names and stroked me and talked alot ina sweet, mellow voice. I couldn't define her accent, I think it may be native Transylvootian or wherever the heck Frankie and his people come from anyways.
All I have to remind me are these two little bite-marks on the inside of my left thigh. But I'm hoping she might have left me something else.
I begin lifting tables, chairs, bedspreads...