An hour had passed since their last exchange. Dyana was resting peacefully. Her breathing was calm and regular. Klein was sitting on the edge of the window, his back leaning against the frame, and he was looking at the sky. The clouds passed slowly, tinged with the colors of the approaching evening.
Everything was silent. Only Dyana's light breathing sometimes disturbed the calm. Klein turned his head toward her. He stared at her for a long moment. Her relaxed face, her spread-out hair, her peaceful features gave her an expression of great serenity. He did not move, content to observe every detail with attention.
Suddenly, a small sound was heard. Dyana stirred slightly in her sleep. Klein continued to look at her. Dyana's eyelids moved gently, then opened. Her eyes immediately met Klein's. A radiant smile lit up her face.
"Hi," she said in a voice still a little sleepy but full of sweetness.
