It is dawn, and the early morning sun glimmers through the window and dances gleefully across the room before resting with a gentle, and initially almost shy, caress on the slumbering youth, causing a lustrous glow to spread across the seemingly endless limbs spread, like a young fawn, across the bed. Jonathon is resting and presents an illusion of purity as the still lingering innocence of youth belies the wild excesses of the night before. Then a figure approaches and lays a firm but gentle hand on the napping boy's shoulder “Jonathan” the man whispers “It's time to get up!”. A pulse ripple... Show more