Waking

He wakes gently. His body rested, his mind at ease. For long moments he lays still, soaking in the feeling of serenity about him. No sounds disturb his peace, save a gentle whisper of silk curtains moving in the breeze.

He rises, stretching his body awake. He wears no clothing; but the air is warm, he has no need for it. He moves about the room touching the few objects there - the large round bed; silken sheets; the glass table, its loaded plates of fruits, breads, cheeses, pitchers of juices. The marble fountain; the waters burbling happily into the base. The soft towels lying to one side.

He is hungry. He eats.

He thirsts. He drinks.

He washes his body - cool water slides down his skin. He smiles at the sensation. He wanders to the curtain, touches. He knows no curiosity, no fear. No regret. No anticipation. He knows nothing and is at peace.

He moves through the curtain and steps into another world.

Artwork by the clever Karen

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