Lester stirred in sleep. The medicines had knocked him unconscious for a while now. The physician said it was necessary for giving his body the rest it needed. The night had fallen on the town of Vincardine, bringing the cool breeze with it, giving relief from the day's humidity and hotness.
Elsie sat beside him in silence, watching his serene face. There was no hint of anger, pain, disappointment, or guilt. It was a blank canvas that she could fill with her imagination and her liking.
A couple of candles that sustained the attack from the wind coming from the open windows lit up the room in a gentle dim light.
Elsie watched Lester, holding herself back from giving into the urge of touching his face. He wouldn't know that she was there or what she had done with him, yet it felt not so right for her to touch him. Was it because of her anger, or was it because she didn't want to disturb his sleep?
