I Owe Me

Tonight I reached inside myself and pulled out a bottle with a message in it. It was an I.O.U.

"I owe you the fire."

The fire? The fire! Where had it been? I had become accustomed to the cold, I couldn't recall the last time it lit me up. That dirty rotten bastard me had taken it off somewhere and let it go out. I'd kill me if I wasn't so good at dodging myself.