Angelina sat on the cool marble bench inhaling the perfumed garden air. The breeze was light, yet thick with the scent of blossoming pear trees, as it gently stirred her dark tresses in a caress of her exquisite face. The spacious garden was dimly lit by a half moon, and Angelina's eyes shone as dark as the night sky. Her eyes betrayed her abstracted state. Her luxurious surroundings had seduced her into a dreamy thoughtfulness. Yet, a certain sensual awareness remained, and Angelina increasingly noticed the powerful force of the garden upon her senses.
So, when she first saw a fleet white figure dart behind a garden wall, her only reaction was to part her soft lips into a gentle smile at the tricks of her overwhelmed imagination. But, Angelina's silky skin rippled into goosebumps when she heard a soft melodic laughter arise from behind the trees. Captured again by the garden's spell, she rose to find the source of the unearthly female music. She was not moved by sterile curiosity, but by a consuming desire that drove her body to its attraction almost against her will.
She stepped down the garden path, straining her delicate ears for the laughter's source. She turned her luminous eyes upon the rows of pear trees and dense foliage, seeking the white figure she was now sure she had seen. The enchanting laughter suddenly stopped, and Angelina stopped also, no longer knowing what to do or believe. A surge of sadness, not unlike heart-break, rushed through her chest as she felt the frustration of unfulfilled desire. Yet, she remained unsure of what it was that she desired.