Ferocity hiding

A large bed in the center of a room lit only by candles. Silken sheets of deep green, propped on pillows like a Queen. Glass of deep warm wine in one soft hand, the other running over the soft fir of a half wolf, ferocity hiding behind sweetness and sleep, hiding beneath my hands. So then it was too, for the wolf's master, ferocity hiding, long limbs entwined in mine and I sip of the wine. --------------------- My eyes open to the sound of birds, the cold, rough bed linens beneath me, and the sad moment one realizes a dream for what it really is. I rise and face the day, knowing the face from my dream will shatter into my wakefulness and cross my path this day. Foreboding and excitement fight for mind's majority, until referee Wisdom quiets the field. I rise, the ferocity hiding this time, is now mine.