“You’re looking at me. Why?” Mare asked suddenly waking up.
What a strange, light sleep humans have. How do they rest at night if even a glance can wake them up? So many come to look at them at night. Even if they don’t see anyone, as a rule, but they feel them!
“What, do you have any law up there that forbids to look at you?” George said ironically.
“You’re deliberately evading the answer.’
“Really? You noticed that?”
“Stop kidding around,” she said absolutely calm.
“I never meant it!” George slowly got up from his chair, watching her closely. The illusion still didn’t go anywhere.
“I’m not an illusion”
“He said that too…”
She gave him a reproachful look.
“Are you afraid of light forces?”
“Light it’s when it doesn’t do any harm...” The man concluded philosophically, going to finally cook something and stifle the growling noise in his stomach with food. “And during your time here in my life, you have taken so much nerves from me that it is difficult to call you a light force. Exhaustion is also a harm, I suppose?”
“Your exhaustion is caused not by my presence, but by his arrival. Moreover, benefit and harm are very relative concepts.”
“Really? Feels only now for some reason!
“It was pla
ed that way by the dark forces. They play their dirty tricks and then people think it was us when we come to save their souls.”
“So your whole lightness involves waving your arms after a fight? Figuratively, of course, speaking ...
“Why are you twisting my words?!” She resented.
“What else can I do, in your opinion?”
“Pray! You can only pray!”
“For the salvation of my soul?” George snorted skeptically and surprisingly quickly caught himself being not afraid of the presence of supernatural forces in his tiny apartment anymore and feeling gratitude for brightening up his lonely colorless existence. What’s interesting, he felt gratitude to both sides equally.