A thousand thoughts streaming through your mind at once then, like a flash of lightning, nothing. This was how every day ended. The day began in a very different manner, with the smell of fresh cut grass and coffee. Cigar smoke wafted in on the spring breeze. It was almost comforting.
The sun had already peaked when she woke and warm shafts of light peppered her skin at random intervals. she was cold where her skin still lay in shadow but the sun was like a touch of hope. He always woke her in this way. He made sure the smoke and coffee would penetrate the room –  that she would wake with the muted sounds of jazz humming through the air. every night she would have clean bedding, the smell of fresh linen another of his soothing sensations purpose built for her specific desires. Singing.

‘Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me…’

His voice was incredible, erotic. She was wet, she couldn’t help herself. He opened the door to her room. Her cell.