A barking dog wakes the violet night, which opens one eye to reveal a sliver of moon. A flickering candle sparkles a chandelier of stars and dapples the skin of a woman with six arms and fiery eyes. With one pair of arms, she holds me down and takes my money; with another pair she beckons and intoxicates; and with another still she rubs my tummy and calms my mind. You can re-arrange me now. Do what you want, anything you want. The call to prayer echoes and repeats. I turn and she is gone, the candle is snuffed out, and the night has closed its eyes.
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