I sat on the sofa resting in meditation on silence when a soft knock on the neighbor’s door stirred me.  A faint whisper from the maid to my sister.  Giving her some hot water and some leaves to soak in it.  She poured it in a glass, a hot shower created steam, and the tub had hot water in it that would make your skin numb.  She lied down in the tub with white rose petals floating around her knees and tummy.  She sprinkled a bit of leaf and mineral into her tub, and then took a sip of her herbal tea.  She dipped a honey bar into her tub and lathered herself with it.  When she got up she was slippery and sweet smelling.  It dripped off of her like pearls rolling off her body.  She got a soft fluffy white towel, and dabbed whatever little was left beading on her neck and shoulders.  Her legs were already pure dry.  She came up to the door in her morning gown and opened the doors.  I was still lying on my couch and as she opened the window the light splashed into the room and I opened my eyes slightly looking at my beautiful sister.  “Delightful,” said I.  “Thank you my Dear” she answered.

She shimmered with the white sunlight behind her back, pouring across her neck towards me.  She blocked just the right part of the sun as to look like an angel.  As to make the sun not burden my eyes.  Keeping that ray of light off me, she walks closer and kneels in front of me at the couch.  She softly tells me, “Today will be a beautiful day, sir.  What do you wish for?  Anything of course.”

I tell her “I wish to hear a story.”  A poet appears scribbling on a wooden small table, and the harp plays tenderly creating a music the lulls the heart to rest as the actors start arranging their play’s set.  My sister lies next to me on the carpeted floor.  She laughs at our pet mice scrambling for the cheese that she sprinkled on the floor to their full content.