There in an open room she walks with a piece of white cotton in her hands. Her footsteps barely grazing the floor as she makes her way into the open space. Her body is a marvel to the darkness, her warmth startling even the dust from the furniture that lay covered against the wall.

Standing in the centre where space is permitted she closes her eyes and lets her head fall back, her hair tickling from shoulders to her shoulder blades. There the solace begins, as the sound of silence plays against her soul. And so she begins dancing with the white sheet of linen allowing it to glide over her skin, as soft as her shadows against the walls. Her movements are composed perfectly in time to the sound of the linen beating against the air.

The cosmos welcomes her naked body so baring her flesh for all to see she lifts the linen up and brings it down, brushing it over her breasts where her nipples answer at her will as she continues to move. A gift to the dry air stricken for weeks without chance of escape.

Again she repeats the action this time whimpering a sigh of relief. Again and again, the cotton runs across her milky skin, bringing back to life to all that was lost and all that was forgotten until as if in a trance, she starts to sway left and right, spinning in circles and throwing the linen into the air! Her body floats, coming and going, she is consumed by desire, enjoying her body and the pleasure only she could bring.

Her body glowing against the warm colours in the room, she abruptly stops in awe to search this new place.