She began to howl just as I closed the door and hid her away. I walked out the back door and stood on the patio in my silk pyjamas. The moon that rules us dropped it's stolen, frozen sunlight over the black water and the black sand. A fit blonde couple jogged by, their steps occasionally splashing into the edge of the Pacific. The moon wouldn't bargain with me, so I went to bed.
Mate never answers.
Pass them by. I try to find my plastic model of Frankenstein's creature and my collection of Terror Faces . Instead I find a door that I'd forgotten. Inside is a sumptuous bed, brocade curtains, satin bedclothes edged with fringe and silky black tassels. It fills the entire room, which has marble walls the colour of skin, streaked with white.