just musing about seeing a towering dragoness puffing sulfurous breaths with her thick tail wrapped tightly around her in the train and,
though you lose track of her in the moshpit to escape to your station, as the waves of crowds settle you find an oversided claw print in the ground and put your foot in it and just for a minute imagine its yours
later that night you're curled up in your blankets, and just for a second before you sleep you feel a phantom tail stirring and lumbersome horns almost catch against the headboard
