Dark Moon Rising

Straightening, she headed for the wall of glass. Fifty tea candles in different fragrances were set on the ground. Finding the matches where she left them, she started to light them. One by one little flickering lights dissipated the semi-darkness. A soft, warm glow filled the room to create an illusion of twilight.

Opening the glass-doors. A gentle breeze caressed her face. Taking a deep breath, she returned to the bath. Maybe I should... No! Music will alert everyone that I am awake and up to something.

Her thumbs hooked under the spaghetti straps of her lace nightie. Pulling them over her shoulders. The garment slid to the floor, pooling at her feet. In one fluid movement, she stepped out and kicked it aside.

Without thinking, she dipped her French painted toenails Diane insisted she get from her mother’s makeover salon, into the fragrant scalding water.

“Damn it!” Plucking her foot out, she rubbed it gingerly. Angry, she grabbed the bath thermometer. “No wonder you need this, scatter brain.”

Tossing it in, she opened the cold water. Then sat down on the edge. How distant we had grown in the last six months. Her thoughts drifted towards her twin brother.

“Xander,” she said his name aloud, pain filling her mind and soul.