The mistress, she beckoned me closer, closer into her embrace. Though I knew that she cared not for my well being I walked forward, closer. Like a pirate willingly walking the plank. The sirens song drew me in despite the warning in my heart. She took hold of me, gently at first till I was far from my own means of self preservation, completely embraced me, enveloping me in cold. I carried it in, down into me. I felt it fill my lungs and push the air out like an eviction of an apartment which payment was long over due. My mind is the only thing working now and that only for a couple secounds more. Everything is fading into darkness, blacks, and blues. . . Was the mistress my long lost mother come to reclaim her son? She breathed into me like God did to adam so that I might live once more, with her, in her world.
