BMD 547

A dark-toned, reddish-brown carpet. Stubby-grass flickering slowly on a side table. A flask-shaped glass cover protecting the embers.

A cozy bed spread with white bear hide. Upon it, a blonde man lay scattered and defenseless.

Sitting in a rocking chair, Leonardo sang in time with the rhythm of his swaying body. Following the cadence of his voice, Theodore's chest rose and fell through the gap of his open gown. In front of a forehead half-buried in the pillow, a curled-up canary was nodding off.