He was inside an elephant.

As if that wasn’t surreal enough, he was standing beneath a heart-shaped archway that opened up to a view of Paris below while the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on was changing behind him. Not only that, he was still reeling from the provocative dance he had shared with said beautiful woman only an hour or so before and, as a result, now had a terrible case of dry mouth.

Honestly, how could Phoenix possibly be expected to give a proper poetry reading like this!?

He cleared his throat and shifted from one foot to the other as he nervously fidgeted with his hat, trying his damnedest to swallow without choking.