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Indoor Circe

This woman was darting fast but graciously from one side of the room to another in a rush of household fuss. The whole procession of six felines was following her.

I dubbed her inwardly the indoor Circe. I called this young lady like that since I had felt her accompanying mystical aura almost always. But for the most of all I was stroked with her gaze. It had something alluring and mesmerizing and at the same time it had truly a burning coldness.

I had a feeling as some kind of power imprisoned in her with this craved only the extermination of me as a human being – to my very core. For more than once I thought about the reasons for her usual moods of distrust and hate towards me. Sometimes I could hear how she was chatting sweetly with some female friends of hers on the phone. Then I came up with one very primitive thought, that this evil sorceress spirit left her and she turned into a kind and heartwarming person. I even thought that she could be a lovely friend to her companions.