The night was still. The moon shone brightly in the sky, casting pale silver streaks over a lonely cabin hidden deep within the woods. Thin curtains fluttered softly in the night breeze, allowing strands of moonlight to slip through and fall across a restless figure lying on the bed.
Eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first, staring blankly at the ceiling. It took a moment before awareness returned. Pale, slender arms emerged from beneath the covers and pushed them aside as the figure slowly sat upright, lowering her head as if lost in thought. After a while, she seemed to come to a decision.
Long legs swung over the edge of the bed, feet slipping into the soft slippers waiting beside it.
Mireille woke up feeling thirsty, her throat unbearably dry. She reached for the bedside table only to find the glass empty. She paused briefly before quietly slipping out of the room and closing the door behind her.
