The Wind
She stayed awhile longer in bed, feeling the soft tenderness of the clean sheets. Drifting in and out of consciousness was pleasant and everything seemed bright, warm, and comforting. Eventually the desire to start the day outgrew the white plushness and she got up. She set up her favourite tune, somewhat up-beat, somewhat smooth and slipped into the shower. The water was warm and the steam itself seemed to emanate a pleasant vanilla aroma. Breakfast was already waiting in her room and she gladly started to eat, even though she thought it was unnecessary. “I’d like to cook something” she…