Henrique

I awoke with light filtering through the slits in the curtains.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun, as though the outside world was insistent on maintaining its normalcy. But nothing about me felt normal. Nothing about the bed, the body beside me, the steady rise and fall of breath beneath the sheets.

Lia was fast asleep.

Her hair fanned out on the pillow, her bare back on display, her hips barely covered by a portion of the sheet. My sheet. My ...