A View of the Mountains
She hung there motionless, like an insect trapped in amber. She stood there in total darkness and near total silence, broken only by the faint whisper of her breathing. Unable to move even the slightest, her only sensations reduced to taste and smell and touch. As she woke from her slumber, she became aware again of the wonderful, insistent pressure all over her body, like a thousand hands caressing her. ...