
The sun, peeking over the heath, illuminates the bedroom where Denis lingers in the sweet interlude between the bliss of slumber and the harsh reality of day. He’d been dreaming of Maggie again: her alabaster skin, her indigo eyes, her …
The sun, peeking over the heath, illuminates the bedroom where Denis lingers in the sweet interlude between the bliss of slumber and the harsh reality of day. He’d been dreaming of Maggie again: her alabaster skin, her indigo eyes, her …