[Poggio]

He had dreams of the steady heart beat and like towards the end of their vacation he woke up with a sincere thirst that drove wild. He could not feel breathing or if Ambrosia was awake but could count the thumps like a dancers steps. He fought his need for a drink in favor of curling up along the stomach. When the sun cascaded on orange glow over his lover, Galvin finally rose from his bed. It was best to feed his dog and walk him before Ambrosia deemed him a nuiance and woke up. Finding his pants he made his way to the kitchen. There were no left overs to snack on, and water did little to sedate his thirst.