Midnight Cooking

Midnight cooking I awake with my dark room filled with a sweet aroma Slowly walking down the stairs I see a dim light that looks to be as small as a hand I follow the light into my uncle’s kitchen When I step in there I pause looking into the eyes of a stranger The strange woman was tall with silky golden hair Her face was pale with two sea green eyes The stranger seemed so familiar as if I had meet her somewhere In a gentle voice she asks if I would join her Without thinking I scurried to a short chair next to the table The stranger left to go grab something Once the stranger left I ran towards the pot I wanted to see what it was so I scurried to it She came in like a fox quiet and fast Startled I ran to the table like a mouse running for its life She asked “Don’t you trust your dear aunt.” Then I had remembered my uncle had just married and I never had a chance to meet her I ate quietly and walked to my room and reminisced on the wonderful midnight cooking