Lost in Thoughts

12 o' clock at night. 11 steps down the stairs and into the kitchen. "10 in all! yum!", I lick my lips as I load my plate with biscuits from fridge. 9 chairs around the table, I settle into one of them. 8 biscuits gone, am eyeing the rest of them warily. 7 minutes past twelve, the mellow light from the open fridge flickers. 6 times I ignore it until it gives last weak spark and dies out, billowing darkness spread around. 5 times I hear that, the low groan of wooden steps as they creaked under some weight. 4 long candles on a holder I found, all of them lit and headed hurriedly to my room, my covers, my safety. 3 of those candles I had wasted as my hand trembled so badly, the last one I raised slowly above my head to the ceiling, hearing a soft, chilling hiss from there. 2 eyes were closing down on me, of luminous piercing grey, with the coldness of a grave and emptiness of the dead. Fast. 1 second later I materialized, a flimsier, gray...

When the sea looked up for the first time at the sky...he felt awed at what he saw...  There she was...spread protectively over him, serene and calm.    Was it tender generosity, he saw in her,as she let the wisps of clouds play and wander about?    Or was it sharp intellect he saw in her brilliant blue expanse, stretching limits of knowledge beyond the scale?    Or was it terribly beautiful anger he saw in her, as she darkened inky blue, trembling with streaks of lightning and shuddering with splitting thunder?    Or was it love at its purest essence, as she cooled in a jiffy, anger dissipating, kissing him affectionately with droplets of forgiveness?   Or was it enduring strength that he saw in her, as she filled him again and again with life, till he stood swelling with pride, shining,strong and rippling with energy.   He didn't know what to say or what to call her...he swayed up and down, leaping high once...