Still, my last thoughts are – inevitably – about Luca, wishing he’d stayed, wishing we’d had chance to talk more – even for a few minutes – or for a few more hours…
My dreams tonight are unusually vivid, and I feel more conscious in them than I usually do. I blink, looking around at the hazy birch forest, which is somehow bright even though it’s edged with fog. I turn my head, considering the pretty white trees with their leaves turning golden for autumn, pleased and surprised. And then I run my hands down over my favorite white nightgown from home – relishing the soft feel of it beneath my palms. Smiling, I next run my fingers through the long length of my hair, which I never get to do anymore because it’s always tucked up under that little cap –
“Hello?” a voice calls, and I go very st
