Cirrus@Austlit

'When I woke the next morning, I was sure she'd be gone. I opened my eyes and leaned into the confusion, slow to recognise the motel room I was in, the clean and unfamiliar sheets bunched around my knees. I didn't expect her, but I looked out the window and found her eyes, blinking slowly every few seconds. Her gaze was so deliberate that I could feel it running across my skin, like a tongue over teeth, searching for a sore spot. She had to bend to be able to see through the window because she was still on top of that immense horse, which stood calmly, occasionally tossing its head...' (Introduction)