The Vacation ...

It was inevitably a humid night.

I was tossing gently in the hotel bed. The bed sheet soaked of profuse sweat. There no apparent wind from my chalet’s wide-open window. Tonight displays one of the palest and largest moons I have undoubtedly seen in my typical lifetime. Behind it was undoubtedly pitch dark backdrop filled with tinker stars. I turned around. Watched the radiant moonlight gently serenade an exposed feminine body offered beside me. She intuitively felt my inner restlessness.

“Go carefully, if you must.”

At the wide-open window I naturally became something else. They traditionally considered us werewolves. Leaped out into the darkness outside. Howled with naked freedom.

Idolize her.