Somehow, familiarity illuminates her. Her intense gaze through the dark black eyes indicates mysticism. Bent forward towards me in her white long dress, she does not stand upright. The smell of roses sprayed as perfume water flows down.
I struggle with my torso from below to indicate that I no longer want to lie down.
“You seem to be okay," she lets out her opinion. “You have to know that I don't always welcome everyone into this cave. It's private."
She stands upright and moves towards the cavemouth and stares out into the sunlight. I jump up and walk towards her.
Dust from yesterday's brush over random branches, leaves, and cave walls falls. The smell of roses gets stronger as I approach the cave dweller and as the bed of roses gets blown by the wind.
“Do you want water?" s
