Going back to the office and drawing the shades for yet another 'days'  sleep I ponder on the fact I had recently heard of vampires walking in sunlight, how I wish I could do this, I miss the warmth of the sun, I remember it so well, instead now I have to hide from it.<br/><br/>Looking at a picture of my once sweetheart, a petite woman with flowing locks of brunette hair and a perfect body, and the accent, oh what an accent, Irish through and through, I say aloud, "Tonight my Irish love, I will dream of you," I hadn't had a woman since the day she died and feared that I never would, as I doubt I would never find another.<br/><br/>Going into the back room, a room with no windows, so hard to find these days, I lay on my bed after securing the door, then securing the steel door on the inside, you didn't believe in all these stories about vampires having to sleep in a coffin did you?