Daylight

07 | Want

Madonna listened to the quiet song of the wind as it blew through the cold night. The wooden ceiling seemed to spin endlessly as she stared at it, she laid in bed alone, wearing a green nightgown, her red hair free from all the pins and clips, and her face clean from all the make up she wore.

She couldn't sleep and she doesn't see herself falling asleep any time soon. She slowly brought a hand up, her fingertips once again brushing against above the skin on her cheek where Caroline kissed her that night.

It was a simple kiss. That damn kiss. It was only a kiss on her cheek. It didn't have to mean anything. That was the problem, she knew it meant something. Perhaps an act of friendship? No, she very well knew the look Caroline gave her before it happened. That isn't how you would look at your friend before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

A sigh escaped her lips as she screwed her eyes shut, with a groan, she pushed herself up from the mattress and slipped out of the bed, pulling the lace robe of her nightgown, putting it on.

As she quietly closed the door to her bedroom, she briefly glanced at the room where her girls were, the lights were off and she could only assume the girls were already past asleep. She quietly walked through the dim hallway, finding herself walking towards the kitchen, grabbing a brown mug from one of the cupboards.

She moved quietly in the kitchen, looking through the ice box for some milk and when she found some cold one, her eyes landed on the stove.

The last time she touched that thing, it burned her hand. Hell, she had no idea how to heat milk. She sighed, rolling her eyes as she muttered a small curse under her breath "Cold milk it is."

It was awful, the cold milk. As soon as she drank it, she poured it away to the sink with a frown, immediately regretting her decision. She sighed, leaning against the counter near the window.

The house was awfully quiet and it reminds of her of when she and her daughters first moved to her second husband's house. She was quick to bring life back to the old mansion, immediately throwing large and loud parties. She could only wish she could do the same with this one.

But the thought makes her scoff, and who would she even invite? Who would even come? After they all turned their backs on her, after they all cast her out, pushed her away.

Madonna threw her head back with a sigh, stretching her neck with eyes closed, her hand running across her body from her neck down to her stomach, her fingertips following the outline of her lace robe.

She slowly opened her eyes, listening to the quiet drumming of her heartbeat. Her eyes darted outside as she looked from the glass window, she briefly glanced at Caroline's window that was dark. She was probably asleep by now.

Anyway, it seemed refreshing and calming outside. A breathe of fresh air might just help her take her mind off that damn kiss and who knows? Maybe the cold wind is the answer to help her sleep.

Her footsteps were light and quiet, normally she would wear her expensive and stylish boots and heels but sometimes, she needed a break from them. As much as she hated to admit it, she was growing old now and sometimes, flats and slippers feel more comfortable when at home.

Besides, her dresses were long and big enough to cover whatever shoes she wears.

For a moment, she found herself standing in front of the front door, alone in the entryway, the chandelier above her hanging high. She held the knob with pale hand, unable to open it.

Her cheeks felt warm, as if Caroline had planted a burning mark against her skin with that kiss. She was standing on the very same place where Caroline reached for her and kissed her cheek.