Thinking of the moon I see kittens everywhere, hiding in their little spaces suits, their mouths opened in silent exclamation because in space no one hears you mew.
I just stepped away from James, he was curled up with all the blankets snoring peacefully on the rug in front of the fireplace.
We’d thrown our clothes in the washing machine on the way in since we had got caught in a downpour from the car to the house. I wrapped myself in a beach towel I saw flung over the back one of the kitchen chairs.
I hummed quietly to myself as a grabbed together the fixings for the perfect raining day meal. Grilled cheese And tomatoe bisque. I carefully put our food together and got it lined up on a bed tray ready to awaken J with a romantic lunch. I added some candles and a few rose buds left in a vase and started to head back with the food down to snuggle up and keep warm.
As I wandered down the stairs precariously balancing the food on the tray a little black cat darted out in front of me, causing me to tilt to my left. I almost dropped a soup bowl as I juggled and wobbled and flattened everything out.
When I arrived downstairs Jim was awake and his beautiful blue eyes smiled at me as he helped me down with the food then myself. As we started to nibble at our food I asked him where the cat had come from and he just looked at me weird, saying there was never a cat at all.