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There are silk sheets on her bed. They’re yellow and gold, and they feel too soft. She wears a silk robe like she’s an empress, and a silk ribbon like she’s a peasant girl. She has silken hair, lying softly around her shoulders before she curls it in the mornings.
She’s lying on her side, that pretty black-and-gold robe draped around her shoulders. She thinks of Daniel. Soft, gentle sunny nights, with the drapes pulled, a warm golden glow glittering from her lamp. His hair like silk between her fingers. It’s warm, in Desert Bluffs, and the silk sheets are thin, and the light pours over her, through the windows. She shifts, uncomfortably.
Or comfortably, perhaps. It’s warm, and she can’t keep her eyes open, even though the light flickering behind her eyelids demands it.
Perhaps the sunlight feels like silk. She couldn’t be bothered to check.