It came to me in a dream. The night swept in, through my bedroom window, and I swore I heard a voice calling… not for me, but for someone close to me. I stood up and I was naked. My body breathed the cool summer air from the open window. I looked out, the moonlight flow of the trees shined and danced on my eyes. I could feel a presence out there, cold and terrible, like dark secrets. A warm, tangible sensation filled my body, and I had a sudden, definite desire to run naked in the woods. To have animals scurry from my path. To hunt elk and bear. To sleep huddled inside an alcove of a hundred year old tree. To let the world see the beauty of my body. To know I was a part of it all.
I woke up. My window was shut. The curtains did not drift in the breeze. I looked out the window to the street below. A man was calling out a woman’s name underneath the lamplight. I went back to bed.

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