The next morning Lisa awoke on the bed, where she had thrown herself the night before – too agitated to get under the bed-covers. The rays of the sun were coming in between the open window curtains, announcing a wonderful day. Lisa woke up and staggered into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror - tousled hair and make-up smeared - and smiled; she still had the remains of mother's-milk caked on her face.
While showering, she could not stop thinking about the previous night, and she felt a strange excitement growing inside her. It had happened, and would happen again that night, and again and again ... or maybe it wouldn't? For the first time since her teens, she felt very happy but also confused and helpless.
She went downstairs, torn by these contrasting moods, secretly hoping to walk into the kitchen and find Milena there to welcome her.
While showering, she could not stop thinking about the previous night, and she felt a strange excitement growing inside her. It had happened, and would happen again that night, and again and again ... or maybe it wouldn't? For the first time since her teens, she felt very happy but also confused and helpless.
She went downstairs, torn by these contrasting moods, secretly hoping to walk into the kitchen and find Milena there to welcome her.