wolf-bane

She woke sometime after dawn, wondering what had stirred her in the cool air. The room, dim with the half-light of morning, swelled and rocked with shadows, the silk curtains lapping the edge of the wall. If she lifted her hand, pale arms shadowed light and dark, almost translucent in the shimmering space, she thought she could feel the gentle breeze from the half open window, hear the faint sound of morning traffic just waking, beginning the day. She lay back on the familiar sheets still warm with the heat of sleeping bodies. She could feel the drowsy weight of Drew's body next to her, his chest half covered by the summer duvet, arm thrown