Chapter Nine
Sunlight came streaming through the window, and a slight breeze made the soft curtains flutter. There was both warm and cool in the room. The sun suddenly disappearing behind a cloud made it slightly gray for a moment before it passed.
Liza peered out from under downy covers, the bed a black wrought iron with wisps of gently moving sheer curtains at its four corners. There was no canopy overhead, just the opening between the four tall posts.
Remembrance of the night past swept through her like a wind’s gust. She remembered with her whole body, as it was her whole body that had been touched, deeply moved and satisfied. A gentle peace prevailed, and it seemed it would prevail forever. Her mind refused to think, as if she’d been disconnected from everything troublesome or fear
