Dawn opened her eyes, and a second later she sprang into a seated position while anxiously observing the space.
She was on her own in the bed and her sight moved over a tan-colored three-seater sofa, a coffee table with a narrow blue vase and flowers on it, two tan-colored sofa chairs… bathroom's door was open… a few pieces of clothing scattered on the floor, the ones she and George wore last night…
It all reminded her that she didn't dream or imagine the last two days. She touched the base of her neck on the left side just to make sure and inhaled a shaky breath. The area was still tender as George's mark was forming there.
The diminished scent of the meadow and clover told her that George was not there for some time, but she still hoped to see his figure.
