Her Silks
I am nude. I don't know why the silks were taken away completely.
The removal of the silks effectively stopped what I thought to do. He said I was to sleep on the mat at the foot of his couch. Last night, the idea came to me. I do not have to go there if I don't sleep. A silly notion, but ... the dreams I have are so strong that walking from gardens to falls and around the Samsaran grounds seemed preferable. Walking alone at night, exposed ... a girl would have to be very very foolish to do such a thing.
When he untied the knot at my shoulders, I thought it was because perhaps he found me more beautiful to look at with the silk laying soft and sarong-like around my waist.
I almost asked him then ... "Do you think i am beautiful?" I said nothing, biting back the question. It is not the first time I've wanted to ask.
She closes the book and replaces it in the cupboard. Rubbing her arms against the light chill of the night air, she turns and leaves the kitchen, dimming lamps as she walks to the hallway. She leaves one lamp burning as sentinel and guide should he return.
She curls onto her side on the mat, pushing the chain away from her.