„Being happy, really passionate even, without setting everything on fire – that would be great!“, I say to my witch as we cook a vanilla flavored dessert at midnight.
My witch giggled. „You can‘t have everything.“
And she eyed me skeptically, as I poured the powder into the milk.
I was in a good mood. So good that I would not be tired anytime soon.
Layla was wearing a dark green gown. „I told myself that whenever I could I have at least been burning out of passion“, she said. „When I was about to burn for the sake of my town, of course.“
I felt ready to jump up into the clouds. I had even emptied my letterbox!
„That made me think that I did as well as I could“, Layla went on and reached for the chocolate. „Even when I was left alone with the plague doctor‘s weird visitors, I managed to have a passionate wine night with some of them.“
I put the dessert into four little bowls and the vanilla scent was warm and smooth.
„Of course, a short time later this body was prepared to burn without any wine or passion, but agony.“ My witch shrugged and ate more chocolate.
I put the bowls into the fridge. „And in between?“, I ask. „I did not have this in between for so long. When nothing good or bad happens, and you know just what to expect the next day, and also something good is not far away.“
My witch smiled sadly.
But I did not want to be sad, yet. In 4 hours the dessert would be ready, and I would eat it euphorically and stay awake some more and oversleep tomorrow to have a headache the day after.
But who cares, I‘m not ever going anywhere.
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