I placed her on her bed.

Her house had been locked for what seemed like months in the human time. There were cobwebs and dust everywhere. A series of stale milk packets waited for he return at her door step. They were accompanied by the everyday newspapers. I made the bed clean my changing the top sheet.

She stirred a little in my arms. Or was I imagining?

I placed her down as the moon light fell directly on her face.

Her skin shined just like a dragon's scale. Her hair was untied. It looked like flowing water, flaming her face.

I touched her forehead to move the stray tresses....