Chapter Six
After two days at Nathan’s mercy, my own bed welcomed me, even though I was surprised to be missing the rude one in my lover/guru’s cottage. Memories swarmed through my mind, how I was tied to the posters of the broad pallet, made to lie there immobile while I slept the night. He left me for several hours to the musings of my anxious brain cells that flew between fear, comfort and desire: fear because there was a small piece of me that refused to trust my mysterious benefactor; comfort because being bound and unable to move left me in a decisionless vacuum; and desire because as I drifted inside myself, I found the desire to surrender drawing me further and further inside—until that point where I ran into the fear of losing myself completely.
I fell asleep before Nathan ret
