As time wore on in the dome in my mind I am beginning to think that I should have made it much bigger. My dragon has grown to the point that in order for us both to fit I lay inside of her tail as it wraps around me. Her iridescent red scales sit so close to my face that if I wanted to count the shining facets in each one I could. The black spikes that have always lined the spine of my dragon body now fill me with fear at how the sharp tips glisten.

If she were to make the wrong move in her anger I could...