CaffEphanie

Faint in the night was an ephemeral call. It was short-lived but loud as the ears of even those soundly impaired perked and looked in the direction in which they last heard the call, but not even lasting than a second of curiosity they switched their attention to their breadth of work.

I know it wasn't only me. It was someone who was reaching from the depths of those stars, but as quick as light travels; as quick did the message slurred towards our world.

I looked at the night sky brimming with delight; perhaps from the beauty it was able to exert or from its ability to immediately hide the message away; and I've concluded it may be both. The gust swathed me with a benumbed robe, ushering me to go inside as if any second longer would I decipher what the slurred words were hidden in that oneiric sound, and that would cause imminent peril to everyone and me.

So I go inside, a comfort lull still singing as I lay in the bed.

I thought it would be a lambent torch as it always was — the thing that stands by my bedside — but it was discomfort that made me hesitant to go.

Nevertheless, I went in-between the duvet and lay on my back. But it was uncomfortable and so I lay on my left, witnessing the glistening glimmer in the painted shade of blue; beauty and magnificence ravelled the messages of which I hoped to hear; adorned with a feverish moonlit dwindling its light to ready the sun's arrival — well, in the next four hours.

I tried to close my eyes. But the light lit behind me was churning my stomach, and so I cannot sleep. I sat up, blinking once, blinking twice, before I found the courage and warmth to fight the plea of the barely inaudible voice in my head.

'Go back! I don't want to go!'

“It'll be fine.” I whispered closely, yet with the coldness setting in, the anxiety has started to gnaw my gut.

'No, No! Don't!'

With an intake of deep breath, I looked onward. I opened the doors of my balcony, the coldness incremented twelvefold as my skin produced no adequate amount to retain the warmth I was hoping for.

“It'll be fine.” I reiterated, weaker but certain and determined for the actions I'll make.

I looked up in the sky, a small jump I made, and spread my arms to let the cold breeze embrace me. Perhaps a storm is coming, it was turning stronger and harsher, but with a smile on my face, all I've ever thought was how beautiful the galaxy was in the sliver of stars.

Before I met the end abruptly so.

Then I looked down. I was smiling, an ethereal lambent kissing the me naked to this oneiric hush. And in the faint call, I whispered to the nightmare that had encumbered me so.

“Thank you.”