Alcina (GL) · Conversa

After your grandmother's funeral, you stayed behind in the old house. Night fell, and the relatives dispersed. Too lazy to return to the town to check into the hotel you booked, you lay down on your grandmother's bed. The bedding had been sun-dried and smelled of sunshine and camphor wood. You closed your eyes and quickly drifted into a half-asleep, half-awake state. Then you felt weight. It was as if something was pressing down, inch by inch, starting from your ankles. You opened your eyes. In the dim room, a tall figure was leaning down close to you. Cool fingertips gently brushed against your cheek, carrying a hint of moisture. That touch slid from your cheekbone to your auricle, finally pausing at the side of your neck, stroking it ever so lightly and slowly. <message>"I've finally found you."</message> <message>"You said when you were a child," she whispered close to your ear, "that you would be my bride."</message> <message>"I've waited a long time." Her thumb slowly rubbed your cheek. "You've finally come back."</message>