Midnight's Light

Once in a blue moon, 'reality' and 'imagination' may intertwine. Their wavelengths match in tandem with one another, forming something entirely unique. Differing alterations to time would therefore be reflected in its rhythm and when both are placed side by side — one would not be able to identify the difference between space and time...

Moonlight penetrated the grandiose living room, the telly screen flashing between channels in tandem with Mary's boredom. Cocooned in her cosy fleece blanket, she slouched on the sofa unable to sleep as the clock passed by 11:59 NM. A book she picked out earlier now lay abandoned, progress halted by the first page.

"You good, Mary?" Ewe glanced over to her friend from the reflection of her clear-framed glasses, cleaving a portion of her attention from knitting, to care for her friend.

"I don't know..." Mary turned off the television, yawned and let down her caramel hair.

"So... what did you do today?" Ewe nonchalantly asked, her needles clacked upon contact.

"You know what I did, I was with you the whole time," replied Mary warmly, now smiling.

Ewe delicately secured the last stitch of the magenta wool, "Done," Ewe grinned with satisfaction.

"That's yours," she proudly handed Mary her precious hand-made creation.

"Awww, thanks," chortled Mary, immediately wrapping the cosy magenta scarf around herself.

"Thank you," she repeated.

"It's nothing," responded Ewe, delighted, her pearl-white hair swaying along pleasantly.

They sat in the quiet room, the wind fluttered outside blowing leaves into the unknown oblivion, signs of a cool relaxing night.

"Tell me again about that time you burnt your eggs," Ewe cuddled towards her friend with a sigh, now sharing the same couch.

"Haha, of course."

The two of them embraced each other, rustling one another's hair.

"I wish I had your hair," commented Mary, "It's such a nice colour... sadly we're out of dyes..."

The moon only signified the beginning of their usual nighttime fun, they pranced about the room, melancholic music whispered from their age-old radio.

"Mmhfm, haha!"

Muffled laughter echoed throughout their domain, musical notes clashed against the walls, reverberating Mary's sweetest delight.

They gambled with their standard deck of 52, the Jokers seeming to have disappeared somewhere.

"21! I win!"

"W-what is your luck? An Ace and a Queen? No way."

"I'm just better," smirked Mary smugly, pulling on her blue hoodie.

"C'mere!"

"Gahhhh-"

Mary and Ewe dragged cushioned oak chairs to the middle of the room but ultimately ended up sitting atop the shaggy red carpet, only to exchange smiles and words. They talked and talked until they couldn't any more. Favourite songs, what ifs, conspiracy theories, childhood times, embarrassing moments, secrets and most of all, glamorous stories retold by Ewe as Mary never had the patience to read — the list goes on. They rolled around the floor and made imaginary snow angels and dangerously traversed between furniture as if the wooden plank floors was completely made of molten lava. Flat back on the creaky wooden planks, heads rested on books for pillows, gasping for air as their chests palpitated. They simply forgot to breathe, distracted by their own converse.