. . . There are no explanations ~
It was quiet and dark, but for the faint glow of light casting through the open door from the other room. I turned my head and looked toward the windows, saw clearly out into the woods, as if the moon were full, instead of crescent; and I silently wondered as I gazed through familiar branches, what light illuminated through the midnight trees.
Banshee lay with her head nestled between my breasts, her lithe body cascading my ribs, legs and tail coming to curl at my belly, squeaked out a meow in her sleep. I looked down at her, just as she did a quick curl with her head coming to rest under my chin. I cast my gaze back toward the windows and saw that the curtains were all closed. I felt my insides give a little jolt. It was then she started to purr.
More tricks than treats it seems, as the veil thins and we approach All Hallows’ Eve ~
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