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Oh, a soak in the tub, what a cure for sore muscles and tired flesh! And the songs of love, what a cure for weary hearts that needed reassurance and healing as well. Closing her eyes after passion’s glory had swept away the night’s troubling dreams, Mihai drifted into a swaddling sleep. Once she glanced a look into Paul’s concerned face. She squeezed his hand, offering a sleepy, toothy grin. “Give me a moment, Love. I rest in a world of lilacs and apple blossoms and wish not to be waked until the morning high.”
Mihai closed her eyes again, falling into an enchanted sleep. All the while Paul stood guard, holding her hand and softly singing little ditties of love in her ears.