The words wash over her...

She is lying on her back

A relaxed afternoon after a busy morning

She gazes at the cathedral ceiling

Striped with lines from the afternoon sun

Room awash in sunlight from all the windows

It is her favorite room

She listens to it

Once

Twice

Thrice

And lets the words wash over her

Each time her heartbeat gets a bit faster

She starts to tingle

From fingertips to toes

Until the end

And her breath hitches

Silence

She sighs audibly

And presses the play button

Again