And the stream of perceptions continues to flow and even surpasses all previous ones. Because my hands are obviously no longer behind my head where, as I now remember, I tucked them so securely last night. Quite the contrary. One of them rests on Granger's hip and the sudden tremor in my fingers lets me feel the delicate fabric under my palm, which can only mean I'm touching Granger's knickers. My other arm is under her head and the appendant hand cups her neck to firmly hold her against me while my fingertips are lost in her silky curls.