A too familiar grating sound, all but erases the luster of the lightning.
I awaken, blurredly scanning the room for Her Eminence.
My shock of orange feline fur is amusing herself- using an armchair as a scratching post.
I pull myself up in bed and throw a pillow at her. She leaps through the air, a nano-second before the pillow reaches her, and bounds out of the room in one fluid movement.
I mutter curses, and lay back down, reluctant to concede victory. No matter, my dream of the glorious ‘heat lightning’ from my childhood, is just as gone.
Written for: Helene’s What Do You See? and Charli’s Carrot Ranch 99 word Flash Fiction Challenge word: Eminence. I know, a little too late…