She looks so beautiful when she sleeps. Weve been together for almost three months now and I never get tired of watching her while she slumbers. My beautiful darling Amber. I crawl into bed with her, making an effort not to wake her, but to no avail. She noticed the shift in weight, and groggily turns around to look at me.

My darling seems a bit surprised to see me. Probably because weve never met face to face before. But Ive always been around, always been watching her. Sometimes I gently caress her face in the dark night.

She draws back away from me, but I dont mind. Shes just sleepy is all, Im sure. A little confused, perhaps. I reach forward and grab her firmly by the wrist, making sure she doesnt accidentally fall off the bed. I wouldnt want her getting hurt. I have special plans for tonight.

As I pull her closer to me, I can see shes about to scream, but I dont mind. Shes just sleepy is all, Im sure. A little confused, perhaps. Shhh! I try to tell her, but she wont listen. I have to muffle her screams, even though I doubt anyone will hear.

I reach over the side of the bed to grab the canister I brought with me. Amber is still struggling, which is making it difficult to uncap the red plastic jug. But I dont mind. Shes just sleepy is all, Im sure. A little confused, perhaps. When I finally manage to get it open with my free hand, I pour the liquid contents over both our bodies as well as the bed. Amber doesnt like the smell, and its understandable. Gasoline doesnt have a very pleasant oder.

Next I draw the Zippo from my pocket. Amber accidentally hit me, but I dont mind. Shes just sleepy is all, Im sure. A little confused, perhaps. I flick at the wheel of my lighter twice before it ignites, and my body trembles in anticipation. My lovers lips quiver a bit, as if to say I love you. Im sure. Tears run down her face, of joy no doubt.

The lighter drops and the final act of my love begins. Fire dances so playfully on our bodies. Amber is trying to claw her way off of the bed, but I dont mind. Shes just sleepy is all, Im sure. A little confused, perhaps. I bring her to my chest, embracing her with all the love I have. We share an ardent kiss as the flames roar in a vigorous crescendo. I can feel my skin boiling and popping, tendons and muscles contracting. The play is nearing its end.

I can no longer freely move. Amber and I are cuddled together on the bed. Flames light up the night sky. And our charred bodies will tell the tale of two lovers.