I"m sitting on the edge of my bed, in my room, completely confused about today and what to do with the rest of my life.
This morning I woke up in Gaia"s bed – the smell of her hair is still in my mind. I kissed her forehead and, while she rose to shower, I put on my clothes to return to my own room and shower.
I was humming the tune that Gaia had hummed so often, and I was smiling as I thought of her. I toweled off, set the razor and shaving cream out, and went about my usual routine of getting ready for the day. Within ten minutes, I walked out of the bathroom and retrieved some clothes for the day. We had decided to take a long walk around the ridge of Positano, so I chose a short sleeve shirt but long pants, in case we wandered off the path and into the trees.
I brushed my hair, chec
