Adel woke that morning to soft whispers drifting from the balcony. He lay back in bed, listening intently to Naomi's song and smiling. Naomi stood on the balcony, gazing at the sea, singing in her beautiful, joyful, and life giving voice.
Naomi: The glass I drank from the glass seemed not filled with wine, but with his love. The taste of a kiss from his lips was sweeter than the taste of grapes from the glass's rim. The intoxication wasn't from the wine, but from his embrace. I didn't know that love could intoxicate. The glass of wine seemed to end with the last sip I took. But the glass of his love seemed endless, even when I drank from it every night. When he poured the wine into the glass, its color changed. And when he poured his love into my heart, everything changed. My life before
