Clarisse watched Wichita breathing in the serenity of her sleep. Her shoulders gently rose and fell as she inhaled and exhaled. Clarisse had changed into Wichita’s lingerie and a blue silky night robe above. Wichita had put Clarisse’s clothes in the dryer. The night had spent like the fall of autumn. Just like the leaves falling off the trees, her worn out emotions shed from the branches of her mind. The blossom of new fervorous sentiments replaced the old ones. These were far more intense and perfervid. They formed a layer each layer for Eric, Raymond and Wichita. But Wichita’s layer was thick, which enshrouded every other layer.
Clarisse tucked a strand of Wichita’s brunette hair behind her ear. Wichita slightly trembled at Clarisse’s touch.
“Hey…,” Wichita whispered.
“Did I wake you
