She Will Come Back

It is almost midnight and I am trying to get some work done.

My concentration is lost, no matter how hard I try to read the letters on the paper, I just can't. My thoughts constantly wander to my Rain. It is Full Moon again, wherever she is, I am sure she will have crawled anxiously into a corner. I never managed to get it out of her from whence this fear of the Full Moon comes. Certainly, Lupercalia brings her nightmares since our pup just kept postponing his arrival and pack members mocked her. But I always get the feeling there's more behind it.

I stand up again and slide the curtain hanging in front of the glass wall.

My eyes are fixed tightly on the Full Moon that's staring back. Two light clouds float in front of it and then remain still. Then parts begin to detach and take shape. I keep my eyes fixed on the spectacle, it is so integrating to see how the tufts all form an image like a puzzle. And then I recognized the impression they made. But I can