Gone
The first faint rays of daylight were peeking through the mini-blinds when Brix awakened. He was on his back and lying on a bed he vaguely remembered, until it came back to him, and everything became crystal clear.
He blinked at the sight of the familiar room, when a faint snoring sounded beside him. Turning his head, he saw Samra lying on her back, mouth open. The sight of her tore at his heart. Had she been his Samra, had this moment occurred in his world, he would have reached over and gently shook her shoulder. Whispering “turn over,” she would automatically roll onto her side without awakening. But he couldn’t risk that here or now. This Samra might awaken or react differently.
He continued to stare at her sleeping form. At her lovely face. The memory of them making love last
