Ano has gotten used to being in her one-sided love towards Milk, and she has already forgotten how to let go of it. She wish she could embrace the gracefulness and confidence of a lily flower, to present herself to, make love to, and look into the eyes of Milk. Only by pleasuring herself could Ano feel relaxed, and slowly she began doing it more often just for the sensation. The climax, and the ringing that follows lets her float between reality and fantasy. The bright light is dizzying and dazzling, and I grasp with my eyes the clouds that glide with the wind, listening to the noise that surrounds me, and the sound of my own breath.
