Forty-Seven

Iris

I sat on my bed in my new cell, gazing around in amazement. After days of being trapped in a dark, enclosed space with no human interaction, I felt like a different person.

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. Now 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.

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 really was?

Although I tried to be realistic, it was difficult to stop thinking about him. About the moistness of his lips when we kissed, and how he made me feel like a woman. I shook my head, attempting to clear my mind of the dirty thoughts.

I got up t