Mí Mujer, a woman of mystery, awakens in the throes of a dream, her body alive with unfulfilled yearnings. She slips out of her silk sheets, her bare feet padding on the cool marble floor. In the en suite bathroom, she turns on the faucet, letting the water run, watching as it cascades over her hands, her fingers, mimicking her lover's touch. She leans against the counter, her eyes closed, her breath hitching as she remembers their last encounter, her body aching for more.