It was one of the days when things don't have shadows and even the most glowing colors seem to be covered with grey fog.
Caitlin was sitting in her living room, holding a cup of tea and watching absent-minded out of the window into the dark clouds which seemed to touch the houses' roofs. With the thoughts rushing wild throug her brain, she didn't move until the hot cup seemed to burn her palms.
"Ouch"
She put the cup down and rose. Her gaze found the drawing pad laying on the carpet, open and with a blank, empty paper on the top. It had been a quite long time since she had drawn at last.
With absent thoughts she stood there, not-moving again, starring at the white paper and remembering the confusing dream of last night. When she had woken up early in the morning, she had been more tired then the evening before.
Sitting in the darkness, breathing heavily, she had tried to remind what she had seen, but the only thing she knew was that there had been someone in her dream who shouldn't have been there – not in her dreams.
When she now suddenly found herself staying in the living room, she shaked her had as if trying to wash away the face she couldn't get out of her head.
When she suddenly heard something scratching at the door, she finally woke up out of her rigidity.
"Come on, Michel, you'll get your milk soon", she said when she opened and saw the neighbors little grey cat, waiting for its weekly treat.
The pet didn't look at her but thrustful entered and sat down next to the closed kitchen door.
The sound of Michels "meow" would have made everybody thing that the cat wouldn't have got something to eat for weeks, but Kate knew it just hoped to get something more than the last time.
When she had given a little cup of milk to the cat and watched it drinking, she suddeny felt somsthing she had missed a very long time. She left for the living room and came back with the drawing pad and a pencil.