Talk:A taste of danger/@comment-1.43.101.216-20170325124240

High Excitement

You dream of a circus. You are hand in hand, walking parallel tightropes. The crowd is so far below as to be a blur. All you know is hot gaslight, rough rope, and the wind snapping at the roof of the tent.

 You reach a platform. She turns to you, eyes shining, and kisses you softly. "That was wonderful," she says. "The sheer exhilaration!" Much later, when the dream is finally done, she sends you a generous gift of amber.