This story takes place after one of my breaks from a particular game. Its my character, Nemesis, going through the motions of waking and reaclimating herself to the waking world, covering her needs. Tonight I present Part I, tomorrow I will post Part II.
Floating. Floating, floating, floating. That’s how it felt. She was aware, and yet she had no sense of time or place. So she floated.
Aware. Floating still, but more aware. Her body pressed against another, flesh to flesh. Silk cocooning them.
Aware. Nemesis made one small movement. A simple wiggle of her fingertips. She took a deep breath to scent the air. Her husband’s scent surrounded her.
She wiggled the fingers of both hands before moving her body ever so slightly. That slight movement told her enough.
Her face was buried against his stomach. It must have been awhile since either moved, because Nemesis cracked a…
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