I am a man. A homebody. An artist. A boyfriend. A wood rabbit. A chef. A writer. An intellectual stoner. A renaissance soul. A brother. A masochist. An enigma. A Pisces. A pessimistic optimist. A friend. A son. A sexy wonk. A consumer. An heterosexual. A great kisser. A hippie. A hippie. A romantic. A jack of all trades. A master of none. A mommas boy. An idealist. A realist. A gardener. An obsessive compulsive. An older brother. A younger brother. An uncle. A nephew. A student. A knight. An adventurer. A mad scientist. A sculptor. a jester. A bibliophile. A know-it-all. A bookworm a hiker. An illusion. An innocent. A culprit. A dork. A baker. A sun (and sin) enthusiast. An addict. A naturalist. A yogi. A dreamer. An excon. A cynic. A tease. A lover. A teacher. A superhero. A geek. A devil. A saint. A sinner. A walking contradiction. An irony. A lost cause. A chocolate chaser. A procrastinator. A good deed doer. An individual. A liberal. A socialist. A communist. A capitalist. A second born (of a second born). A bath buff. A fighter. A survivor. I am a man of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Summary: When all hope is lost, she just wishes to go someplace safe.
But magic having its mysterious ways, she finds herself waking up in the arms of someone who is supposed to be dead...
Was she really dead, dreaming, or hallucinating?
But how exactly, does HE fit in the equation?