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A few hours later, I stroll up to Myla’s cabin door. It’s now early morning. I haven’t slept much, but my excitement in seeing Myla has me wired anyway. Glancing across the front window of the cabin, I see movement within. My pulse speeds.
She’s awake.
I gently rap on the door. “May I come in?”
“Sure.”
I press the handle and walk inside. There she is. My Myla. Standing like a goddess in a white cotton sheath. Affection warms my soul. “Hello, Miss Lewis.”
“Hi.” She scans me from head to toe. “Wow. You know about the twenty-first century.”
“That’s right, you’ve only seen me at official court events.” I gesture across my black T-shirt, jeans, and boots. “Welcome to my day off.”
“I like it.” She mimics my movement, highlighting her white nightgown. “Welcome to this random nightgown
