[Poggio]

Idly he reached out and picked up another cube of his steak and pushed it into the waiting mouth. His eyes meet the others but soon his fled. He toyed with the idea of a joke but the truth came tumbling out of his mouth. “I had a dream, that I was sitting on a beach, and you were made of sand, the ocean was the color of wine. You broke free from the sand and in your spot crawled out spiders made of bones and a doll...”He did not realize he was shaking. “There is more involving my brother, a wedding and us drowning in the ocean and pearl bubbles....” He stopped “I have had better dreams.” He said sleepily. “One were you were my courtesan. I told myself we were not allowed to eat Indian and have sex again because it gives me strange dreams yet here we are.” He smiled and could not help but fall on to the mans chest. He was tired, even after having slept for so long.