Cloak bearer

The night painted the house in swathes of blue and dapples of white. Its shut windows and drawn curtains sealed the icy rain and raging sea from its silent rooms.

But a dark silhouette distured this tranquility.

The shadow darted across the wooden floor, rippled over the table and met with a slender fingers over a scaly white cloak.

They lifted the cloak off the table, shaking away loose, dry layers and owner of this hand slid her arms through the cool sleeves. The cloak tumbled to her legs and spilled over her hands to give the cloak bearer a dim glow in the moonlight.

Then, in quiet prances she strayed to the bed hiding in the corner. Among its shadowy depths lay a man in fast asleep on the right side of the bed.

She gave herself a moment to gaze at his face and the way his figure tilted to the place she once slept.

She reached down to kiss his cheek.

"I'm sorry I couldn't stay." She whispered to her beloved's face.

Then, she rose, swept out of the door.

Rain pelted against her skin as she raced down the shore and doce into the ocean, a seal once more.