She sat comfortably in front of the fireplace
A hot mug of cacao in her hands
She felt the warmth from the fire and from the drink.
She took a big sip, making a slurping sound
Her eyes were stuck at the fire. It seemed to be dancing.
It seemed to be alive
The warmth crept all the way in to her heart.
It was a warmth she hadn't felt in a long time
Now the fire was inside her. Her heart danced like the fire
She sat down the mug.
She moved closer to the fire. Unconsciously.
She wanted to touch it. She needed to touch it.
Her fingers kissed the flames. She couldn't feel the pain.
She needed more.
Soon it was her arms. Her chest. Her heart. It tickled.
She tossed her head backwards and laughed.
Then there was nothing. Nothing at all.
Time passed. Then one day, someone found something.
A pile of ashes near a fireplace. A memory of a laugh.