It is all quiet in her head, just like an empty room filled with the gracious presence of silence. A room where every chair is empty but one, where the rays of light from the setting sun stumble through the window and get arrested by long, white drapes. On that one chair she sits, her chin resting in her hands and her elbows leaning on a table top. A cup of tea resides next to her, cold and without the life that its once warm content brought.

Silence. A silence that first seemed strong but now loses its impact for each second that the shadows devour. A worrying sign. A worrying sign of...

Stop! Her heart begins to race as the shadow of a feline creature wanders across the other side of the room, climbing the wall and letting the dusk capture it - only to reappear moments later. The chair sighs with a discreet creak as she pushes it backwards and her black silken nightgown sticks to her legs as she makes her way to her bedroom. For hours and hours she had been sitting in the same position, waiting.

Waiting. In anticipation.

The cold floor kisses her feet and she shivers a barely noticeable tremble. The room welcomes her with open arms and she pauses by the large mirror on the wall, her dark brown eyes piercing her own, reflected visage. She opens her mouth to speak, yet Silence puts a finger on her full lips. Hush, child, for speaking about logic will not always be in your favour.

That shadow, she can feel it, its radiant warmth. Her gaze is still fixated at the mirror but flickers after a while and as she turns around to face the lion she stares into the green eyes of a man with a tint of blue. Those eye that burn, each flame drawing her closer and closer to her personal, emotional showdown. Her heart climbs the walls of passion with shaky fingers and as she falls from a thousand skies, grasping after a million stars, he catches her with one swift movement.

She has known him all her life, without meeting him until now. She has known him all her life and waiting for him to appear.

It seems to her as if she levitates when her feet no longer feel the cold kisses from the floor when he lifts her up in his arms. Her heart nearly drowns in a sea of emotions, set adrift on an ocean leading to unfamiliar lands. She watches the moonlight play a symphony upon his sunburnt skin as he carries her to her bed. The pillow is soft and sighs quietly when her head rests upon its surface and she opens her mouth to speak when he leans over her with his hand gently exploring the landscape of her face, her neck, chest and stomach. As he reaches her thigh she cannot help but to let a subdued giggle slip between her lips. However, Silence moves into her body, twirls around her soul and invades her mind. Eyelids wander down over dark brown oceans, fingers grab a hold of wisps of hair and Time seems to hide between lips, entwining bodies that become as one and verbal expressions of the kind that stir only from infatuation.

It is no longer all quiet in her head. Love grabs her firmly with all its might and she rides on its wave of passion, her fingertips writing untold stories upon his skin and his eyes piercing hers. Together they write an emotional sonata, carefully combining each tone to fit every string of love and painting the atmosphere with sparkles that only they can witness.

And when the sun rises once more, breaking through the prison of the white drapes with strong hands of light, she lifts her head from where her arms are resting upon the table top – Day forces her to break up with the dreamscape of the Night. The cup of tea still resides next to her, cold and lifeless. Her soul, however, sparkles with vivid colours that only those pure at heart can see, and she knows that soon the time will come when he, the Werewolf, will invade her mind, body and soul.

As she walks over to the window, slowly brushing the drapes aside, she radiates the world with a smile that will remain in her, knowing that the wait will not be long. The time when the Werewolf will appear before her and to never leave her side in broken dreams and shattered visions.