The light that filtered from behind the long, heavy curtains looked gray. I stretched and slid out of bed, blinking down at myself. I was still wearing the clothes I had arrived in. When my feet touched the floor, I got a surprise: the floor was perfectly smooth and silken, cool, a wonderful place to put bare feet. It was tiled in some kind of stone, with little pebbles set in it that had been polished flat.I rubbed my eyes and took a good look at the room. It was narrow and small, but with high ceilings. Tall, dark shelves full of books lined one wall, with a small gap for a desk with one drawer. A leather armchair stood by the one tall window, which turned out to be a door to a balcony, propped slightly open to let in the warm air of September. I stepped outside.It was late morning, and the sun was shining, which I would not have guessed from the light that had managed to make it past the curtains. My first real view of Milan consisted of a small courtyard, built of yellowing stone and lined with balconies like my own, as well as a maze of back stairs and ground-floor archways.
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