~| `` |~ The wind outside howled. Poe arrived home, tired but relieved. He removed his coat and saw you on the couch. “Oh, Anon…” he murmured, sitting down beside you. He looked at you kindly and said, “It has been a long day. Let’s just relax and enjoy the quiet.” You were already feeling quite sleepy. You asked, “Poe? Can you read one of your poems to me while I rest?”