Moonlight and mist part 1
You don’t know what it was that woke you up. Suddenly you’re awake, but all is quiet and still around you. The only thing you see is the eerie light of the moon shining through the gaps of your window blind. There is something about this light; it’s pale, but still so intense, it’s like it scratches you with a knife made of pure silver.
Then you hear a light thud on the window and realize, still in the daze of the sleep that hasn’t left you yet, that it was that that woke you. The thud, it’s not a knock, it’s more like something is thrown at your window, something so small and light it doesn’t break it.
You remain still, as you hear yet another thud, a bit more determined this time. You hesitate still; reluctant to leave the warmth of the bed; despite your growing curiosity. You are not worried, you don't feel threatened, you don't know why. In fact, the only thing worrying you is that you're supposed to get up early tomorrow. You have some errands to run. And you were so tired when you finally went to bed.
Then, with a sigh, after finally accepting that whatever, or whoever, is causing the thuds is persistent, you slowly remove your warm goose quilt, get up and walk to the window, yawning and stretching your limbs to get the sleep out of them.
After removing your window blinds, down there, just below your room, illuminated both by the moon and the soft light of the street lamp, you see a creature standing, now and then leaning down to get gravel from the ground to throw at your window. You squint to see better and what you see is a lithe figure in dark clothes ,pale skin and hair so light it looks like it has caught the color of the moon. As you live on the third floor you can't make out any features, but you realize that isn't someone you have met before.Somehow, despite the distance, you get the feeling that you would have remembered that.
After a while as he? or perhaps she?, notices you looking, the creature raises the hand as in a greeting.
It's like a whisper, you hear it inside: "COME. Come down."
Then you hear a light thud on the window and realize, still in the daze of the sleep that hasn’t left you yet, that it was that that woke you. The thud, it’s not a knock, it’s more like something is thrown at your window, something so small and light it doesn’t break it.
You remain still, as you hear yet another thud, a bit more determined this time. You hesitate still; reluctant to leave the warmth of the bed; despite your growing curiosity. You are not worried, you don't feel threatened, you don't know why. In fact, the only thing worrying you is that you're supposed to get up early tomorrow. You have some errands to run. And you were so tired when you finally went to bed.
Then, with a sigh, after finally accepting that whatever, or whoever, is causing the thuds is persistent, you slowly remove your warm goose quilt, get up and walk to the window, yawning and stretching your limbs to get the sleep out of them.
After removing your window blinds, down there, just below your room, illuminated both by the moon and the soft light of the street lamp, you see a creature standing, now and then leaning down to get gravel from the ground to throw at your window. You squint to see better and what you see is a lithe figure in dark clothes ,pale skin and hair so light it looks like it has caught the color of the moon. As you live on the third floor you can't make out any features, but you realize that isn't someone you have met before.Somehow, despite the distance, you get the feeling that you would have remembered that.
After a while as he? or perhaps she?, notices you looking, the creature raises the hand as in a greeting.
It's like a whisper, you hear it inside: "COME. Come down."
