MONTEROZZI NECROPOLIS
Dawn came earlier than I had wanted it to, considering the long day before. The sun shone through the gossamer curtains covering the window facing east, a soft tone at first but one that brightened by the minute. I kept my eyelids shut, but the light continued to illuminate the room and forced my eyes awake.
Alana was still asleep, a soft murmur escaping her, lips curled slightly at the corners of her mouth. I wondered what made her so happy in slumber but preferred to think that her dreams were of me or us.
I had a habit of planning my day as I woke, and this was no exception. Eyes open, I considered what lay ahead and how best to plan it.
It was now Sunday—one day left before Alana would have to train back to Vienna and leave me to fend for myself here in Tarqui
