((This is a re-telling of the scene in the marketplace last night from a resident of the area. Some literary license will be taken as it is from this character's perspective. If this offends please shoot me a PM and I will find a way to re-write the scene in which there is no mention of your character's participation. After all, P.O.V. can be adjusted.))
Sleep toyed with me; flirtingly it indulged me for only moments of respite before I would find myself staring with eyes wide open at the light that glimmered through the parted curtains of my bedroom window.
Stubbornly I drew my eyes shut and willed myself back to sleep. The pressure of the stars throbbed against my closed lids incessantly and with a soft sigh of discontent I pulled the sheet from my restless body and slid my legs from their warmth.
The silk robe fluttered easily across my shoulders and draped sensuously along the lines of one of my favorite negligees. Kitten heels claimed in the dark was a simple task with the starlight guiding my passage.
Sir, disgruntled by my vacation from our warm bed, unfolded his no longer small body with an indignant air, arching his back in protest and the luxurious stretching of every muscle that only cats seemed to possess. I said nothing to his reproof and instead made my way down the hall for the balcony window. There I would find the cigarettes that I placed so inconveniently in hopes that my habit would lessen if I had to work for it.
The night air was crisp and autumnal and I smiled in appreciation. Lingering on the balcony, I threaded a match free from the box and lit a cigarette. It was a quiet night and just as I questioned the warning insistency of the stars I was struck by the vision near the fountain.
The young girlish figure draped across the fountain seemed vaguely familiar and I stepped nearer the rail of my balcony and peered closer. Who was that hovering above her?
The persistent warning buzz of sound drew my attention skyward and I was fair game for the bolt of light that seared my retinas. A startled cry tore from my lips as I threw my arm up instinctively shielding myself from what suddenly became an explosion of sounds. The swing of my arm used as aided momentum in spinning me about as I dropped to the floor of my balcony and huddled against the railing. Somewhere along the way I had lost my cigarette and I felt an irrational surge of loss.
I remained frozen, blinking rapidly to regain my vision for I knew not how long before I realized that the images I was seeing were not the after-effects of the light but the reflection of the courtyard in my glass door. A battle had erupted in the marketplace. A battle that had my thoughts pulling from the self-centered focus and leaning forward to squint in growing certainty?
?.I recognized those people.
Sleep toyed with me; flirtingly it indulged me for only moments of respite before I would find myself staring with eyes wide open at the light that glimmered through the parted curtains of my bedroom window.
Stubbornly I drew my eyes shut and willed myself back to sleep. The pressure of the stars throbbed against my closed lids incessantly and with a soft sigh of discontent I pulled the sheet from my restless body and slid my legs from their warmth.
The silk robe fluttered easily across my shoulders and draped sensuously along the lines of one of my favorite negligees. Kitten heels claimed in the dark was a simple task with the starlight guiding my passage.
Sir, disgruntled by my vacation from our warm bed, unfolded his no longer small body with an indignant air, arching his back in protest and the luxurious stretching of every muscle that only cats seemed to possess. I said nothing to his reproof and instead made my way down the hall for the balcony window. There I would find the cigarettes that I placed so inconveniently in hopes that my habit would lessen if I had to work for it.
The night air was crisp and autumnal and I smiled in appreciation. Lingering on the balcony, I threaded a match free from the box and lit a cigarette. It was a quiet night and just as I questioned the warning insistency of the stars I was struck by the vision near the fountain.
The young girlish figure draped across the fountain seemed vaguely familiar and I stepped nearer the rail of my balcony and peered closer. Who was that hovering above her?
The persistent warning buzz of sound drew my attention skyward and I was fair game for the bolt of light that seared my retinas. A startled cry tore from my lips as I threw my arm up instinctively shielding myself from what suddenly became an explosion of sounds. The swing of my arm used as aided momentum in spinning me about as I dropped to the floor of my balcony and huddled against the railing. Somewhere along the way I had lost my cigarette and I felt an irrational surge of loss.
I remained frozen, blinking rapidly to regain my vision for I knew not how long before I realized that the images I was seeing were not the after-effects of the light but the reflection of the courtyard in my glass door. A battle had erupted in the marketplace. A battle that had my thoughts pulling from the self-centered focus and leaning forward to squint in growing certainty?
?.I recognized those people.