Daylight

04 | Cats

Lucifer walked into Madonna's bedroom through the small space from the opened door, the woman always leaves her door open for her cat. He hopped onto the bed only to find it empty, with only the warmth left from the woman.

He meowed, hoping his owner would hear him but he received no answer. He jumped off the bed and walked back into the common room, his little footsteps could be heard as he walked. The house was quiet now, only the soft hum of the cold wind blowing outside could be heard.

Lucifer peeked into the common room, pleased to find Madonna sitting on one of the sofas, holding a dress in her hand and a needle. She worked near the lantern on the table, eyebrows knitted together as she tried to fix the dress in her hand.

He meowed, getting the woman's attention before he settled on the empty space beside her, putting his head on her lap, purring loudly. A small smile formed on Madonna's lips, she placed the needle away and went to pet Lucifer, running her thumb finger from the tip of his nose to his head.

"I do not know what I am doing, Lucifer." she whispered, picking the needle back up to try and follow the steps from the sewing back she found from one of the old bookshelves in the house.

"And the reason why I am doing this." she muttered to herself but still, she tried to fix her daughter's dress even with a horrible job of doing so.

The truth was, she couldn't sleep and she doesn't find herself falling asleep any time soon. The day replayed again and again in her mind, the image of Caroline standing in front of her, staring at her as if she was the most beautiful woman to ever walk the earth, with her putting a flower on her hair, it was as if the world was deceiving her.

It felt too good to be true.

Ever since yesterday morning, from the moment she thought of Caroline, she couldn't seem to get rid of the woman in her mind. She couldn't think of anything else except her. Caroline's brown hair, her hazel eyes, her soft skin, her nose, her sweet and warm smile, and her red, luxurious lips.

It was as if the woman had invaded her world.

She could still remember how it felt to have Caroline's hand around her arm, how they walked back holding each other as if they were friends. Were they friends? She didn't know and she doesn't wish to know any time soon or it will only confuse her more considering her growing feelings for the brunette woman.

She didn't fully understand whether it was only a friendly feeling or a romantic one. Back in the country, in the city, she never made any real friends, they were all fake, using one another for their own advantages, dragging each other down.

And she thought of herself too inferior to people that she looked down to most of them in the past.

She could very well remember the reason why she married in the first place; to continue her family's legacy and wealth. She only married for riches, over men's wealth and taking full control of it.

Her first marriage was arranged by her mother and father, it was her duty to do so as an only daughter. She did what she had to do for her family, for herself, for power and when her husband died, when they spent all of his riches, she decided to remarry another wealthy man.

Besides, she had never felt any romantic feelings or attraction towards women before. Perhaps it was because the women back in the city were all fakes, hiding behind all their extravagant make up and gowns, because they were too obsessed with their husbands. She pursed her lips, trying to remember what it was called.

Her eyes darted on the red flower that Caroline gave her, it sat on the table near the lantern, still blooming. A sapphic. Yes, that was it. She's heard of them before, women that feel a romantic attraction for other women. She was a woke woman, she knew how love works.