the mans eyes fixed towards another man standing in his doorway . the rose portion posed atop a green emerald leaf and was bound by golden tendrils of tiny branches with thorns on all sides . im not sure that there are really sides exactly , i said a bit unsure of what to say or do . i really enjoy that one human 's works ... oh , i forget his name . his eyes poured over my body . every part of my body groans in protest , wanting to lay back down and just go to sleep . 