The mermaid and the angel of the moon.

Trapped in the ocean and still in love Amber swims to the surface, she’s already late so that trip seems eternal, the sun shines over the ocean and she can almost grab that liquid light that runs thru her fingers. Her hair tickles her back as she goes up, it is all so warm in the surface, she’s not used to it, but that doesn’t mean she dislikes it. Its like the warmth of her body, Qaphsielle’s body.

Qaphsielle, she must be there already, waiting for her. What if, what if she’s mad? Well, its not like Amber has ever been late… in fact she have waited for her several times. Oh well, its not like anyone is keeping a score. But I’d say about 6 times.

Amber rises from the water and takes a deep breath that tastes like salt and wind, she runs her finger through her hair because she has seen Qaphsielle’s hair is always so perfect, and she smells like Heaven, literally. One hour and a half later Amber gets a little impatient, not to mention a nice tan ´cause you know, she has been baking under the sun. She is so mad, not to mention itchy. She cant stand the heat another second and there’s nothing in there she can eat. She thinks it would have been a better idea to come along with the rest of the girls and tease some drunken sailors.

She sees something behind two clouds and wonders if it really it Qaphsielle or just another seagull, Qaphsielle waves and lands gracefully, kneels to kiss Amber hello, that kiss makes Amber forget about the heat, the long waiting, and all of the things that seemed to bother her no longer do so. Soon it gets colder, the sun hides but the moon doesn’t shine, because it’s Qaphsielle’s week off. They sleep in the shore, in a bed of sand and Amber wakes up alone, Qaphsielle has to leave early, the moon will soon be waxing crescent and it’s a long journey to get home.