She saw a man,in his mid twenties,almost six feet tall,in a deep slumber, on the bed..She almost rallied herself to rationalize that he might have hailed from another far away star,just like her.....deep-set eyes pitted with shadows of the dark circles circumventing them, chiselled face and his cropped black hair.Her adrenaline battled against the sedatives that were churning in her body. She could feel her heart hammering against her chest and gulped down all the water present in the glass on the tray as her mouth became dry.

Sweat trickled down his midriff ,which looked like a barbed mesh ,due to the rigorous workout and intense muscle toning which he was fond of.Sunlight was bathing his body. Immersed in delirium as she was then,she could almost feel the warm brewing coffee grains and bubbles ripple through his hair,straight from the cup that she was carrying for him

She treaded across the room and slowly placed the tray on the table beside the bed to have a closer look.

Never in her life did she feel so elated, just by viewing someone sleeping.

He was God.Or an Angel.Or both.

She slackened the window curtains so that the shaft of sunlight streaming in does not penetrate his eyes to wake him up.

She started stroking his cheeks slowly, feeling the soft bristles of his skin. Her fingers ruffled his hair.

She suddenly flinched, stricken with guilt.

"WHAT AM I EVEN DOING?",she squeaked.

She got up to scamper away from there and never turn back.

He held her hands back

.".Please stay".

"Wh..who are you?",she said in a shaky tone

"My name is Roger."

She had finally met her dragon Rogu that Berta had sent him for her, from heaven.

At the crack of dawn, the two young birds,smitten with the love bug, escaped from the cage and flew in the air. They never turned back again.