It was morning.
She woke up and saw the light faintly showing through the edge of the drawn curtains. He lay beside her with a heavy arm draped over her waist, his breath warmly caressing her shoulder.
She felt like a fool because now they truly belonged to each other, bound tightly together in another form.
Last night had progressed so naturally that she felt somewhat different.
Today's clarity and freshness made it hard to believe that it was supposed to be disastrous for her.
In his arms, she felt an unprecedented sense of safety.
By the end of last night, her consciousness had begun to dissipate, everything before her eyes a blurry white, as if she had passed out yet maintained a fraction of awareness. She suddenly realized it was a feeling of resonance between kindred spirits, a sense of ease as if two halves had fit perfectly into a whole, and it unsettled her more than love.