What a great story! Of course, I love everything you write, Irene.
Nicely done--from the point she's convinced she can't sleep... to the point she's running after him and not sure she wants to... to the point where she wants to take the time to figure things out, but isn't sure someone will snatch him away in the meanwhile... to the point where she decides what she wants.
I wasn't sure exactly what happened to the glass. Was it part of a dream? It seemed odd that it broke when she was no longer there.
Elisabeth
