My Candle

As I was swiveling in my large comfy office chair I began to daydream. As I withdrew from my daydream I noticed two white unlit candles sitting on top of my bookshelf. They are fairly large and used. They both sit in separate green translucent glass holders. I reach up to the top of the bookshelf and grab both of them. For having once been identical they now looked completely different. I began gently stroking the side of the round candle with my index finger and felt the coarse wax. I made a small incision in the candle with my nail and realized that it had a soft core. I sniffed the candle and was intoxicated by its flowery smell. I could not make out what flowers fragrance it was but it placed me into a flower garden setting. I decided to light the candle that was less used to feel the warmth of the small strong flame. With much difficulty I lit the match and the candles. The light of flame made the green holders look twice as beautiful by creating a nice reflection on my table. I got closer to the flame and gazed at it. And every-time I would release a breath the candle light would flicker but would revive using a lot of strength. I cracked a smile and moved the candle to my bed side table and watched the candle while laying down on the bed. That night the candle was the heart of the room.