It was three in the morning, and Seraphine remained wide awake.
She was able to sleep for about an hour, but her dream had been disturbed. It's probably to be expected when she's got a lot in her mind. She had woken and been unable to sleep since.
Seraphine sighed to herself.
She should have known that the two extremely intimate moments she had experienced with Eric the previous day would lead to practical insomnia. Her thoughts would keep running, unsettling her even in her sleep. It kept replaying the scene in the lake - how small and humble she had felt, but still so loved and protected. On top of that, his words to her that evening, spoken in that low, deep voice of his, rattled around her head.
'What did I ever do to deserve the total and unconditional love of this man? Is saving him back then really enough?' she wondered for what felt like the thousandth time.
