At first she was alone. As the scene opens, she is laying in her bed alone. She looks peaceful…angelic in a way. A smile slowly slides across her lips. From beneath her, something is slithering up from the sheets. Her smile turns in to a grin as he slips up to kiss her on the lips. He is warm, soft, sentual. It is more than sex that drives the passion between them. It is the perfection that they feel when their lips meet. They’ve kissed many a number of people, hundreds in fact. We have spent our fair share of time with others that were not each other, but in this kiss we found a place to take heed. We found our own oases in the middle of this fucking desert. And although this warmth has become cool, although this fire has slowly started to burn out, there is still a flame left. As much as I say it can’t be, I still spend every night praying on my knees at the edge of the bed that it can once again be rekindled.