i could catch a glimpse of my reflection

in the apricot hued drink

even now after the warmth painted a rosarium on my face

under my eyes there still hung bags the shade of blossoming violets.

i looked like the ghost of a girl who was murdered deep inside a forest, the hands of a witch wrapped around her throat

i felt straight out of grimm's fairy tales.

"do you like stargazing?"

you asked, your voice hoarse as if you caught a cold.

"it's more like my brother's thing."

in your lap there sat a book

open at page twelve, the title sirius written in bold atop the parchment paper.

"let's change that. join me in the astronomy tower."