My eyelids were heavy as I woke up that bright Saturday morning. I struggled to shake the sleep from my head as I started to realize that I was not alone. He was still there with me. I struggled to discern whether or not I was still dreaming; whether last night’s events could have really happened.
As I sat staring at him, I started to register a sound in the distance. My grandmother was calling me for breakfast. “Go eat your breakfast” Daniel said. “Ok, but I’ll be right back; don’t leave” I replied.
I quickly ran down the stairs to my grandmother’s kitchen. “Good morning ” I said. Grandmother had made biscuits and gravy with grits and sausage patties, a real southern breakfast. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I was not hungry. Hastily, I threw a few bites back, cleared my plate and excused myself. “Thanks for breakfast” I shouted as I darted back up the stairs to my bedroom.
He was still there. His tall frame looked out of place in my little room. Let me explain, he was a human. I am not a human. I am a witch. I am a small, 80 pound, 5 foot tall witch with long red hair, green eyes, and alabaster skin. I will never grow to be anywhere near as tall as his 6 foot size. This may be a problem!
He looked at me with his deep brown eyes; his human eyes. I could instantly see that he was confused about the expression on my face. Oh no, what expression am I wearing? I quickly changed my expression to a gentle smile. He asked me “so, are we going to talk about this?” “Are we going to talk about what?” I asked. “Are we going to talk about last night?” he asked. I now understand his confusion.
Last night, where do I start about last night? It was our monthly coven meeting for the full Moon. The evening began as they all do. . . .