In bed that night, Daniel has one arm flung over his head on the pillow, one hand resting like a butterfly on her thigh. He never could fall asleep after sex, his body drawing new strength from the expended.

He is thinking of his own bed at home, and how the sheets are scented with clean mountain breezes. He wonders if Judy is sleeping and what they had eaten for dinner.

Michelle stirs by his side, her long nails skate over his chest.

As he falls into sleep, he forgets who he is, and who he wanted to be.