Iris
I sat on my bed in my new cell, gazing around in amazement. I felt different after days of being trapped in a dark, enclosed space without human interaction.
I was still in prison, but this cell was extremely comfortable. Gone were the endless hours of darkness when I could not tell if it was day or night. I could see sunlight streaming through the window; it was afternoon, and a garden faced me.
My legs crossed as I sat on the bed's edge, testing its comfort. The bed was so spacious that it could accommodate two adults. In my head, I imagined Adonis lying there with his strong arms around me.
I was making love to me.
"You are such a fool," I said aloud.
How could I think about Adonis when he hated me and knew who I was?
Although I tried to be realistic, it was difficult to
