Chapter One VI: The MoveMature

"Are you sure you don't want some dinner?" my mother asked, her forehead creased with concern and a hand placed on her hip.

"No," I replied, shaking my head. "I'm not hungry. I think I'll just go to bed."

I hurried upstairs before my mother could block my path.

My stomach grumbled with rue as I flopped onto the bed. I shushed it, reminding it of my mother's cooking. Back in the city we survived on takeaways, Saturday evenings at my grandmother's and the nights when Dad got let off work early if he was not too tired. Now my parents had seperated, Grandma was more than a six hour drive away and I doubted that there were many or any takeouts in this village

The weather had not improved and as I switched off the light to go to sleep, the whole room flashed a ghastly white from the lightning. I tugged my covers over my face to hide the dancing silhouettes from view and deaden the sound of thunder that shook the whole house.

After what seemed like hours, but could have only been minutes, I began to sink into a trance-like state. Before I knew it, I was drifting off...

That night a figure cloaked in silver stood on by the curtained window. It was hunched over, humming a tuneless lullaby and tugging at the white linen that lay on a piece of furniture.

When the lightening lit up the room, it became transparent, almost invisible, but it was still there. It was still humming.

As though a gust of wind had blown onto it, the linen slid gracefully off, revealing an old-fashioned crib. The room darkened again as the lightening departed the room once more.

The figure gently rocked the crib from side to side, a hopeful smile playing on its lips. It muttered soft words as caressing as a mother's to the cribs empty interior. Yet its luminous eyes were filled with what appeared to be unfathomable loss.

Perhaps it was all dream, a figment of imagination. Surely this figure did not exist. The dark can play cruel tricks on one's drowsy mind.

I awoke the next morning and hurried downstairs for the breakfast my stomach had been craving for since I had skipped dinner. But before leaving my room, I hastily replaced the white linen back onto the cot it must had slipped off last night.

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