SAMSON
I roused from sleep with a pounding headache that radiated from my temples to the rear of my skull, each throb recalling the night before. Sighing deeply, I rubbed my face to ease the tension built up overnight. As I proceeded, recollections emerged, spontaneously yet vivid: her gentle, deep laughter felt like a soothing wrap around me, like a cozy blanket. The silent profundity in her gaze suggested unshared tales, the warmth of her skin pressed against mine that felt charged, and the significance of her remarks concerning her sister and son echoed in my thoughts. Rosa had affected me deeply in a manner I didn’t foresee.
For a brief instant, I sensed a feeling I hadn't felt in years—tranquility, maybe even highness, a rare experience in my otherwise tumultuous existence. She was
