his void. My mind was racing, looking for names, places,
anything solid to help me understand.

I listened to myself say, “How could you leave me in
the dark so long? Why did you wait? I thought you would
never come!”

The handsome man reached over and brushed my cheek
gently with the back of his hand. The touch was like the
sand and the forest, beyond soft. My being embraced the
radiating warmth and love carried by the touch.

A voice as soft as the touch of magic said, “I
couldn’t awaken you until you asked. I have been waiting.”

 
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