Wind chimes played against the wind outside, waking me up the next morning. I lifted my eyes slightly to discover the wound was completely healed. Light streamed through the stained glass window across the hall in the spare room, dancing colors across the hard wood floor. So much had just happened, yet I wanted him to come back.
I needed to go back there, to the Courtyard, and see for myself. I painstakingly searched through my wardrobe, slipping into a pair of jeans and a concert tee shirt, making my way across the street to the grove. Wildflowers covered the field bearing deep colors of autumn. I crossed hesitantly toward the tall pines surrounding the Courtyard. Everything was still, yet images flashed in my mind. A puncture wound. Didn't even come close to my heart.