Trouble

In the early morning, the hues of the world bloom anew as if each were a tiny flower reborn. She awoke to the steady patter of rain on her window, droplets yet to scatter the nascent rays of the rising sun. The sound brought a calmness to her refreshed mind, a soothing melody, a natural lullaby.

With eyes at rest, she felt her center, live happily within her for these blessed moments of solitude. She drifted on calm seas, aimless as a child on summer vacation, paddling, at ease with the fluidity of time. Soon she returned to the moment, the song of the rain becomes a fusion, birds bringing sweet high notes.

She searched tiredly around the room for the sight of Leon when she noticed the familiar room. It was a place far away from the heavenly mansion of St Donovan. It was room.

"How did I get here?" She thought with a frown, the last thing she could remember was falling asleep on Leon's arm after an intense...Ahem. Her eyes bugged in horror remembering the experience and how shameless