The evening was balmy and Scott had opened the windows to let a cool breeze though the flat. He looked out across the night sky down across the lights of the city absentmindedly becoming lost in his thoughts as he brooded in the previous night’s dreams. The thing was he had found himself frustrated that he couldn’t remember the dreams he had woken to and was left grasping to put into context the events of his dream. Most bothersome aspect of his experience was that he had woken with two marks on his neck and they had been an irritation all throughout the day and well into the evening where he had found himself reflecting on the experience and occasionally touching the two marks just below his jawline. The marks hurt yet as he touched them he felt temporary relief much as the cool breeze was a relief from the warm evening.