A defined shadow of square and rectangular frames, potted
plants, blocks of clumped curtains and some objects lay still across a warm
carpet of a spacious room. A night at rest like a dead clock held the moon and
the million stars above against an immobile sky. The moon shone through an
array of tall windows illuminating the dark recesses of the room. It revealed
two figures of a man and woman asleep, exposing partially their abandoned limbs
from the soft blanket. A large rectangular picture frame above the bed reflected
the two sprawled bodies on its glass that made the picture itself difficult to
decipher in the darkness. The radium of an alarm clock shone brightly at the
adjacent bed table where as the either corners of the room lay silhouetted
because of the blocks of drawn curtains.
Another moment and the woman all naked slid like silk from the bed and stood tall holding her hair back from her face. She stood still for a moment as though some thoughts crossed fast across her mind, then turned around and hunched low to fumble something on the bed table and after groping what she was looking for toppled forward on her toes towards the window.
A slim figure of a woman with round copious hip added
another still shadow on the warm carpet. She stood at ease against the tall
window pane dividing her weight just amply right to lean on comfortably. Her
pale white body seemed to project a faint bluish glimmer within the frame of
the window pane while her slender palm stretched on the glass for support looked
like as if she was drawing in all the warmth of the moon light. Her soft breast
with the taut nipples squeezed flat against the glass like two peeking face.
Two features stood apart on her oval face that somehow made
other features nearly insignificant. She had distinctive multi eye lines on her
upper lids mostly broken and yet they held those thin folds sharply rigid. A
masterful work of a specialized eye sculptor! However, in spite of the
sharpness of the wide eyes her brown eyes had a dreamy effervescence and it
seemed quite apt tonight. As for the other feature she had moles aligned straight
and adjoined in a starry fashion on her cheeks. Other dark spots strayed
elsewhere making a somewhat mystical pattern. Her aquiline nose and slightly
parted fulsome lips drew and rent out damp mist on the glass with each heaving
of her lungs. She stared at the solitary moon that appeared to shimmer and pour
itself with the trapped light. Her thoughts were wistful at thinking if the
moon there was aware that she adored his solitary beauty? It was so strong that
she almost heard him say ‘I do’ in some unfathomable language.
Her reverie was broken as she noticed something from the
corner of her eyes. The clumped bottom of the curtain beside her was moving
stealthily on the window sill as if they had their own limbs. The movement was
bashfully steady and very minute to notice! She played dead and yet could not
escape something unthinkable happening in front of her eyes. She noticed
somehow that this curtain was communicating to the curtain of another house in
front of her! She could almost feel the curtain there make a shy feminine
response to this one beside her. She thought nobody will believe what she
noticed right now. For in the first place it was difficult to explain how she could
comprehend and grasp that these supposedly man made inanimate objects were
lovers? She realized the curtains were playing dead now as if they had heard
her thought. She awaited a while and gave up at last pulling herself back a bit
to light a thin cigarette.
On second thought she held her cigarette in
her mouth and pushed the window open and felt a sudden chill on her body. She
realized that her deep reverie had evaded her senses from feeling the growing
coldness. Her teeth now chattered a bit but she didn't mind. She stepped out
the window and sat on the window sill choosing to cloister herself in the open
night. Long drags gave back some warmth inside her and she continued to stare
back at the solitary moon and countless twinkling stars. Some of the aligned
stars reminded of her moles on her cheeks. The patterns were so similar! She
blew smoke kisses at them.
A lonely white cat was prowling near a bush in the garden
below and she mewed halfheartedly at the cat without disturbing the silence of
the night. The cat just stared back and lurched to the left corner off the
bush. She smiled mischievously this time and crawled back into the room rubbing
her arms vigorously. She went stealthily back into her bed avoiding her chill
body to touch his. Although she couldn't help herself from thinking of
shrieking him out with her cold body in the middle of the night and this
thought brought about another wicked smile on her face. The warmth of the bed
soon cajoled her into profound sleep in spite of her mind recalling the ravishment
of the beautiful night and of course the strange discovery of the curtains!
Sometime later at night the clumped bottoms of the curtains
in that spacious room were waltzing cautiously on the window sills, perhaps in
their unusual soundless beat of their own.
