As I gently open my eyes…what is she doing? I can see the lady staring right at me, without blinking at all. Her gentle brows are raised and she seems confused a bit.
[Morning!]
"…"
[How are you doing?]
"…"
This is peculiar for sure. Why isn't she talking?
[Let's get up and…]
I try to get gently get her off me, but she latches to my chest with all her strength. Her body is so damn soft and slender, but surprisingly filled with power!
[I guess you can stay there.]
Even now she doesn't say anything and doesn't move in the slightest. Is she perhaps in shock?!
It's in moments like these that I wish I knew more about psychology. For now, all I can do is be patient and understanding with her. I'm sure she'll eventually calm down on her own…hopefully.
Let's see, how is it outside? The storm is still raging violently.
