Chapter 136: The Virgin And The Masters, Part 47, The Dark Of The Night

CHARLOTTE

I´m trying to sleep, but can´t. Michael has his arms around me and drifts between sleeping and waking. From his breathing, I´d say he´s sleeping right now.

Blurry-eyed, my head aching from too much crying, I watch my Master. He´s close, all but next to me after Michael pushed the two single beds together.

His eyes blink open.

He´s not focussed, his stare glazed, not fixing on anything.

But he´s waking.

I push back to my sleeping lover. "Michael! Michael!"

Michael´s voice is confused, groggy. "What? Charlotte? What was that?"

"He opened his eyes. He´s waking up."

But as I look back, and Michael sits up to see, my Master´s eyes are closed again.

It doesn´t matter. He´s waking up... He´s getting better.

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I sit in the armchair by my Master´s side, reading to him.

"... The way to live a long time - oh, a thousand years or more - is something between the way a child does it and the way a mature man does it. Give the future enough thought to be ready