Amazing how dark and cold and empty were his nights before.
They're still sort of dark now.. after all he's just a gamekeeper and a gamekeeper cannot command the sun and moon to shine when he wants them, but something of the permanent sunlight that fills his days - all around the seasons - seems to linger from the day into the night.
But no one could say his nights are empty and cold now, what with the two cats curled up around each other at the end of the bed, ready to make a digruntled hiss filled with disapproval if one of the men dares stretch his legs too far and disturbs the warm, happy pile they make, and with the man curled up against Mellors' side, using his shoulder as a a pillow, his slow, even breath warm and reassuring against the gamekeeper's chest
Nights don't bother him now, they are filled with wonders.
They're still sort of dark now.. after all he's just a gamekeeper and a gamekeeper cannot command the sun and moon to shine when he wants them, but something of the permanent sunlight that fills his days - all around the seasons - seems to linger from the day into the night.
But no one could say his nights are empty and cold now, what with the two cats curled up around each other at the end of the bed, ready to make a digruntled hiss filled with disapproval if one of the men dares stretch his legs too far and disturbs the warm, happy pile they make, and with the man curled up against Mellors' side, using his shoulder as a a pillow, his slow, even breath warm and reassuring against the gamekeeper's chest
Nights don't bother him now, they are filled with wonders.