Now .. there is the strangest thing since I have returned. I have not dreamt. When I sleep I sleep the sleep of dead. Not even normal dreams .. let alone my kind of dreams. But this morning I woke with the feeling I should have been dreaming. Good dreams. Lingering touch on my skin. A touch I have not felt in a long ... long time. A touch more intense than I can say.
My skin has been oiled. It seems to have soaked up the salve like parched ground soaks up the first seasonal drops of rain. A slave?
A strand of hair remains in my palm.
Did I reach for her?
Why did she leave?
Was she real? or a dream ...
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