Morning after

The intense light coming in through the room's glass wall awakened Phina. With a moan, she rolled over on the bed. When she eventually opened her eyes and yawned, she scratched them.

When she turned to face her side, Patrick had left the bed. Her shoulder abruptly drooped in resignation. She had desired to see him next to her. Also, they must communicate.

With him, she experienced one of her favorite moments of closeness. She could also claim that she enjoyed every second of it. Every second was enchanted, and her memories will last a lifetime.

They could still converse, though.

They must discuss what transpired, what comes next, and whether or not what they said meant anything. Or perhaps it was just pure want.

But she was aware that it was more than just lust. It has a deeper meaning.