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Then
I
slept
.
I
woke
to
a
quiet
blue
sky
and
an
even
quieter
bedroom
.
Still
feeling
unsettled
and
unbalanced
,
I
took
a
long
stretch
of
my
morning
and
chanted
the
entire
182
Sanskrit
verses
of
the
Gurugita
-
the
great
,
purifying
fundamental
hymn
of
my
Ashram
in
India
.
Then
I
meditated
for
an
hour
of
bone
-
tingling
stillness
until
I
finally
felt
it
again
-
that
specific
,
constant
,
clear
-
sky
,
unrelated
-
to
-
anything
,
never
-
shifting
,
nameless
and
changeless
perfection
of
my
own
happiness
.
That
happiness
which
is
better
,
truly
,
than
anything
I
have
ever
experienced
anywhere
else
on
this
earth
,
and
that
includes
salty
,
buttery
kisses
and
even
saltier
and
more
buttery
potatoes
.
I
was
so
glad
I
had
made
the
decision
to
stay
alone
.
So
I
was
kind
of
surprised
the
next
night
when
-
after
he
’
d
made
me
dinner
at
his
house
and
after
we
’
d
sprawled
on
his
couch
for
several
hours
and
discussed
all
manner
of
subjects
and
after
he
’
d
unexpectedly
leaned
into
me
for
a
moment
and
sunk
his
face
toward
my
armpit
and
pronounced
how
much
he
loved
the
marvelous
dirty
stink
of
me
-
Felipe
finally
put
his
palm
against
my
cheek
and
said
,
"
That
’
s
enough
,
darling
.
Come
to
my
bed
now
,
"
and
I
did
.
Yes
,
I
did
come
to
his
bed
with
him
,
in
that
bedroom
with
its
big
open
windows
looking
out
over
the
nighttime
and
the
quiet
Balinese
rice
fields
.
He
parted
the
sheer
,
white
curtain
of
mosquito
netting
that
surrounded
his
bed
and
guided
me
in
there
.
Then
he
helped
me
out
of
my
dress
with
the
tender
competence
of
a
man
who
had
obviously
spent
many
comfortable
years
getting
his
children
ready
for
bathtime
,
and
he
explained
to
me
his
terms
-
that
he
wanted
absolutely
nothing
from
me
whatsoever
except
permission
to
adore
me
for
as
long
as
I
wanted
him
to
.
Were
those
terms
acceptable
to
me
?
Having
lost
my
voice
somewhere
between
the
couch
and
the
bed
,
I
only
nodded
.
There
was
nothing
left
to
say
.
It
had
been
a
long
,
austere
season
of
solitude
.
I
had
done
well
for
myself
.
But
Felipe
was
right
-
that
was
enough
.
"
OK
,
"
he
replied
,
smiling
as
he
moved
some
pillows
out
of
our
way
and
rolled
my
body
under
his
.
"
Let
’
s
get
ourselves
organized
here
.
"
Which
was
actually
pretty
funny
because
that
moment
marked
an
end
to
all
my
efforts
at
organization
.
Later
,
Felipe
would
tell
me
how
he
had
seen
me
that
night
He
said
that
I
seemed
so
young
,
not
in
the
least
bit
resembling
the
self
-
assured
woman
he
’
d
come
to
know
in
the
daylight
world
.
He
said
I
seemed
terribly
young
but
also
open
and
excited
and
relieved
to
be
recognized
and
so
tired
of
being
brave
.
He
said
it
was
obvious
I
hadn
’
t
been
touched
in
such
a
long
time
.
He
found
me
teeming
with
need
but
also
grateful
to
be
allowed
to
express
that
need
.
And
while
I
can
’
t
say
that
I
remember
all
that
,
I
do
take
his
word
for
it
because
he
seemed
to
be
paying
awfully
close
attention
to
me
.
What
I
mostly
remember
about
that
night
is
the
billowy
white
mosquito
netting
that
surrounded
us
.
How
it
looked
to
me
like
a
parachute
.
And
how
I
felt
like
I
was
now
deploying
this
parachute
to
escort
me
out
the
side
exit
of
the
solid
,
disciplined
airplane
which
had
been
flying
me
during
these
few
years
out
of
A
Very
Hard
Time
in
My
Life
.
But
now
my
sturdy
flying
machine
had
become
obsolete
right
there
in
midair
,
so
I
stepped
out
of
that
single
-
minded
single
-
engine
airplane
and
let
this
fluttering
white
parachute
swing
me
down
through
the
strange
empty
atmosphere
between
my
past
and
my
future
,
and
land
me
safely
on
this
small
,
bed
-
shaped
island
,
inhabited
only
by
this
handsome
shipwrecked
Brazilian
sailor
,
who
(
having
been
alone
himself
for
far
too
long
)
was
so
happy
and
so
surprised
to
see
me
coming
that
he
suddenly
forgot
all
his
English
and
could
only
manage
to
repeat
these
five
words
every
time
he
looked
at
my
face
:
beautiful
,
beautiful
,
beautiful
,
beautiful
and
beautiful
.
