12
I yawned again, the curtains aglow from the setting sun, its rays cutting through the Montalban skyline. I'd gotten up early despite celebrating late into the night, and now I almost couldn't hold open my eyes.
The sense of peace upon me was strong as I lay down on my dayroom couch and closed my eyes. My victory in the civil suit the day before had brought me a sense of rightness, of conviction, of place. A faint scent of strawberries reached me. A tingle touched me at cheek and fingertip. In the distance, I heard surf, and I saw a sparkle at the edge of vision.
I opened my eyes, rose from the couch and stepped to the window, the sense of purpose strong within me. The dusken sun splashed through the silken curtains, the golden light casting its glow throughout the room. Thinking I he
