Fireside 3: Tomato Juice

Fireside 3: Tomato Juice

Don't worry about it!  I'm always pleased to see you, not matter how late at night it is.  No, it's not almost eleven o'clock. It's just after midnight, actually.  Yes, funny that – and, yes, how time does fly when you're having fun.  Thought you'd just drop in on the way home, did you?  No, of course it doesn't matter!  I couldn't get to sleep anyway, wondering if you just might drop in and wake me up yet again.

Yes, it does look like a glass of refreshing tomato juice.  Now, where was I?  Oh, yes, I was telling you about me just kind of dozing.  You know what it's like when you crave a drop of fresh blood but it's too damned cold to venture out for it.  Yes, I said blood!  Oh, didn't I tell you about these sudden cravings after midnight?  Yes, of course I know that only vampires do it!  But I thought I'd mentioned that I was coming out of the closet – the coffin, so to speak.  I mean, we born again-ers should be proud to be of the Dracula persuasion.  Did I ever tell you what a nice neck you have?  It's so deliciously juicy!  Do come a little closer and sit here by the fire.  It relaxes the arteries and the blood flows freely.

Oh, you'd better hurry home?  It's later than you thought it was?  Your dog might worry?  No, I didn't know that it frets.  But I thought you had a cat?  You only got the dog this morning?  Yes, you'd better go, just in case the cat and dog are fighting.  Drive carefully.  Don't do anything that I wouldn't!  Ha, ha, ha!

Damn!  Didn't have to slam the bloody door!

Ah, tomato juice is so exquisitely smooth!  It always hits the spot during a bout of insomnia.