Late night showed it's colors in shades of black and blue as she arrived, exhausted and alone, at home at last. Everything was the same as it always was, but seemed some how more mysterious for the lack of light. Her sofa, rather than looking drab and old, looked fresh in the faint moonlight, and she sat down, wondering vaguely if magic was possible. A slight breeze moved the blackness that could only be her drapes, stirring the plants arrayed on the coffee table, causing their branches to dance slightly. Everything seemed silhouetted against the stark paleness of the walls, the blackness of the furniture against the eerie blue pale paint making the room seem larger than it really was. Would she remember any of this in the morning? When she awoke and looked upon her old TV, her pathetic couch, her dented and scratched table and her dying plants highlighted in the unforgiving light of the sun, would any part of her think of the ghostly spell cast by this moonlight? Exhausted, she went to bed. It was not her first late night out, and it would not be her last, and the only thing that made it worth while was the unexpected thrill of the moonlight on her sad, lonely life.
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Date: 2005-06-11 02:21 am (UTC)there, left a comment about one of your thingys. =P
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Date: 2005-06-11 12:52 pm (UTC)Yay!
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