As my tensions melted into the hot bath, a shape —at the foot in the corner, a small dragon rapidly gaining form and substance. I knew it was just playful reverie, but it looked at me curiously alive. It flew up to get a better perspective and spat a little flame of fire and smoke my way and then flew over to the counter of the sink, landed, and walked around exploring. I watched from the corner of my eye. After a while, it flew back to perch on the side of the tub and, as I slowly closed my eyes, it absorbed back into somewhere in my mind from where such things come and keep me company sometimes.