Hello, dinner. Itβs me, Iβm starving. And I know where you live.
You, my dear, are a creature of the night, you are a vampire.
The voice blurs and fades, like a faint cry riding on the tails of the wind. I yawn and stretch, rolling over. I fold my pillow under my head and wait for the voice to return. When I hear nothing but the sound of my own breathing I allow myself to drift back into a dreamless slumber.
A good book will pull you in from the beginning and take you on a journey you'll never forget.
