SERENA'S POV
Closing my eyes, the tender caresses on my hair, the warmth of him nearby - all of it immersed me so quickly. My body surrendered entirely. I fell asleep with my fingers subtly clasping his shirt; my tears were finally hushed for a moment.
On waking up, the room was almost dark, only the late afternoon sunlight was filtering through the curtains. I blinked slowly, my body was still heavy but a little less raw. My hand had been bandaged while I slept - clean white gauze, no sting. I sat up cautiously and looked around.
The wardrobe doors stood open. Inside, rows of clothes were hanging - dresses tops pants - in soft colors I liked. Grays navies blacks, with a few deep greens thrown in. Certainly no bright colors. Nothing that would seem inappropriate on my skin right now. They appeared as if they were the sort of things I could have chosen myself if I had had the energy.
