The pale light of dawn crept through the shutters as I stirred from sleep, my internal clock pulling me from dreams I couldn't quite remember. I turned carefully, mindful not to disturb the figure beside me.
My lovely big sister lay curled on her side, her white hair spread across the pillow. Her breathing was deep and even, the kind of exhausted sleep that comes after pushing one's body and mind to their limits. Last night had drained her more than she'd admitted. Well, it was her first time having an orgasm after all.
Slipping from the bed silently, I walked out in the backyard.
I settled into my usual meditation, legs crossed, hands resting loosely on my knees. The routine had become sacred to me—thirty minutes of focused breathing, of clearing my mind and centering myself before the chaos of the day began. But today, as I closed my eyes and tried to find that familiar inner calm, images of yesterday's fight kept intruding.
