In Celebration of a Hundred.

by Karrakaz

188. Comfort

It was as old as the boutique itself, and yet, for reasons unknown to her, it had stopped fulfilling its intended purpose. She used to need nothing more than a blinder, a glass of warm milk, and it, to reach Luna’s domain.

But lately... lately it eluded her.

With a frustrated grunt, she took off the blinder and stalked through the window. There were curtains, but she hadn’t bothered closing them for over a year now. On the other side, there stood the library. It contained the bookish, often distracted source of her sleeplessness, if only because she wasn’t present.