Death be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;

For those who thou think’st thou dost overthrow

Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me

- John Donne

She smiles to herself as she dresses up for breakfast, remembering the events of the last night.

It is almost three a.m. when Milos awakens from his sleep. He looks around and quickly apprehends that he is still at the creek, and Wanda is with him, fast asleep. He looks at her face, so peaceful and beautiful. How could he have been so lucky to land himself such an enthralling beauty as...