Passion Ph.D0 0 5 Scritto da: Carmen Linwood
In her dream she lay naked to the warm morning sun, yet she was pleasantly chilled. Her eyes were tightly closed against the new light and she felt, rather than saw, the little goose bumps that were rising on her body. She shivered deliriously.
Why was she chilled? Oh yes, now she understood: she was lying in a cool mountain stream, the water rushing not too swiftly all over her. She smiled as she felt the pleasant, gentle touch of the water.
But something was happening: the water wasn't so cool any more. It was quickly warming up and the warmth entered her flesh. Goose bumps melted away. She could scarcely tell the difference between the warm water and her own body.
Then there was no difference. She and the water were one and the same. She had turned to liquid. She herself was the warmly flowing water, twisting, turning, coursing through the stream bed.
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