Prologue

Cuddled up under the blankets, Daisy was sleeping deeply, enjoying the warmth and the sweet scent around her; she inhaled that scent and she turned over, feeling another body near her.

Was it another body or was it only a dream?

She stretched out a leg, touching another leg (longer and stronger than her one); she touched with her hands a chest under a shirt, and, without opening her eyes, she let her hands slide over that shirt, finding again that warmth and scent.

She turned over again, scared, realizing that it wasn't a dream but there was really someone else sleeping by her side. She took a deep breath and she opened her eyes, wondering where she was: it wasn't the farm, but anyway it wasn't a unknown place. She recognized the yellow wallpaper and everything else in that small room: the little table, the couch, the closet with the mirror.

There was no doubt 'bout that place, so, there was no doubt 'bout the man sleeping near her; she could feel his warm and relaxed breath behind her neck.

She sat up looking down at Enos, who's peacefully sleeping near her, in fetal position.

She smiled, then she tried to remember why she was there and why she was wearing an Enos's t-shirt (as she just noticed).

And why he had a band-aid on his left cheek.

Looking outside the window she saw a thick snow falling, finally remembering everything.