The Calm

It was a calm, cool autumn night as ten o’clock rolled around, a set of yellow-orangish leaves silently blew on the branches of the trees surrounding the small suburban houses before breaking off and flying into the air. They swooped around in the cool wind for a bit before they flew by an open window where a faint glow from a set of wax candles resting atop a metal candle holder could be seen.

The candles themselves were a whitish-yellow color with a yellow-orange flame resting on top a white wick that was starting to turn black with each passing moment. Wax dripped down the slowly melting candles, coating the top of the metal candle holders with white hot wax, steam rising up from the thick liquid as it threatened to melt a hole in the metal.

Another cool breeze blew through the cool night, causing the flames on the candles and steam from the wax to pull in another direction. Shadows on the walls danced and pulled like a puppet dancing on its strings whenever their master made them perform, making strange shapes in the darkness of the rather bigger than average bedroom that hoisted a large puffy single-sized bed big enough for one adult woman. Above the bed is a medium-sized portrait of a young woman who wore a long red dress, the sleeves and bottom short and puffy, covering her feet as the back and front were long.

Around her neck was a golden necklace with a red heart-shaped jewel resting on the thick golden chains. Her powdered skin was pale but in a beautiful way, her hair was jet black, shiny from being sprayed with hairspray and tied up into a large bun with a red ribbon on top. Her lashes were long and sleek, red eyeshadow rested on top of her upper lids and pink lipstick was on her lips. Below the picture was some carving into the bottom of the frame, it read: ‘Luna Cassidy, star performer’.

The sound of a light sweet sound of humming like a lullaby filled the air that had gone silent after the second breeze had sounded. If anyone was in the same room as the song and the person, they would no doubt be falling over themselves with surprise at how beautiful the singing and the person truly was even if she wasn’t in her red dress or makeup or had her hair tied up into a bun which it was for this night, having a large bun on top of her head would annoy her and cause her to sleep. That would be unhelpful for her and her career.

Even if Luna was a night owl type person hence her namesake, it didn’t mean she didn’t need sleep or was an insomniac. She was as normal as anyone else who would ever walk this world and needed things like any human would and forever need. So, at ten o’clock, heading to bed was a must even if ten was a little early for an adult woman, but not for Luna as her career as an actor depended on her having high amounts of energy and a sound mind.

So here she was, sitting perfectly on her soft stool, facing her oval mirror with gold trim encircling it, brushing her silky long black hair gently with a round hair brush. It glided through her hair with little effort as Luna had spent many hours in the bathroom using only the best hair products on her scalp so she wouldn’t have to waste too much time in the morning, getting ready for the cameras.

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 24.04.2022
ISBN: 978-3-7554-1251-9

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