Reminisce Alone

As Dracula flipped channels late on a Friday night, he tried to suppress the bitterness that welled up inside him. A lifetime of pride and presumption led him to this dark solitary place and a thousand regrets swam inside his soulless cavity.

His thirst for blood dissolved as the years passed
Unoccupied was his state of being
A conversation, even a brief exchange was his only current desire

In his youth he naively avoided thinking about the inevitable predicament he was presently in. His lush mane of jet black hair had thinned and become overwhelmingly gray. The pearlescent sheen his white fangs once had have tarnished into a dull and dingy yellow.

Detached in the dark on a Friday night, Dracula contemplated the direction his afterlife was headed. Although he was a solitary creature by nature, he wanted to give into the yearning for a connection and have purpose beyond blood lust. How he would arrive at that place was a mystery, but the desire alone was engaging and awoke an appetite that has been suppressed for too long.

For now he was at ease that he was genuinely considering the notion to change. For tonight that was enough.