The lights were burning high. I put them out and laid down on the
bed. My laughter and tears were over. Fatigue, anger and pain were
sensations that existed somewhere outside me, in a world I had left. I
seemed to have no body, to be a spirit loosened from fleshly trammels,
floating blissfully in prismatic clouds.
I floated in them, motionless in ecstatic relief, savoring my joy,
knowing the perfection of peace, till the windows paled with the dawn.