Arrow Lake What are people but deaths that haven't happened yet?

The warmth closed in around him. Although Dragomir didn't find what he was looking for (a makeshift binky), Mahler's nearness was enough to coax an abrupt yawn out of the tot. Slapping his gums together with contentment, he spreadeagled on the soft den floor and was snoring not long ago, his face bunching and twitching as his imagination whisked him away. This time he would be a black hole, consuming all light and incapable of fathoming such small things as wolves.