Is it wind? Celestine walks closer to the curtain. The wind blows colder to her face. What's in there? She thinks. Celestine opens the curtains. She finds none. Okay, maybe it's really just the wind. She shrugs and turns back from the window. But then she notices small sparkling dust floating in the air, like gold glitters, but it's soft and light. She smiles at the sight of it. Celestine stretches her hand as if caressing it. What are you? She asks in her mind.
" Mesmerizing", she whispers. The glittering dusty lights touch her face as if softly crashing on it.
Why do I feel like I'm being drawn to a place far from here? She thinks as she closes her eyes. As she's drawn deeper by it as if she's captivated, as if she's fallen asleep, yet she could see clearly, her body is just there st
