Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge.
Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly.
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Your three words today are:
CANDLESTICK
HEAVY
WEAPON
Lydia’s eyelids grew heavy and the words on the page were blurred. She’d taken an extra Xanax that evening in hopes it would help her get some sleep. It looked like that was about to happen. She closed her book and tried to set it on the nightstand, but she missed. It fell on the floor.
Oh well. I’ll get it to… Before she finished that thought she was asleep.
There was a triple candlestick holder on her nightstand on the other side of the bed that her father brought back from Morocco a few years ago. She lit it every night; it made an unusual but comforting glow in her room. Her dad had joked that if she didn’t like it, at least she could use it as a weapon.
She’d forgotten to blow the candles out.
Sometime during the night her cat must’ve bumped the nightstand, knocking the candlestick over. The candles hadn’t gone out yet and the rug started smoldering.
The cat screeched, hopped on the bed and ran out the bedroom door. Luckily, all this activity woke Lydia up. She smelled the smoke and flipped on the light. Her bedroom was filling with smoke. She snatched her bedspread off the bed and covered the small flames. She stomped on the bedspread until she was sure that every last ember was completely out.
Her bedspread was ruined but she was alive. Holy crap, that was close.
As long as she was up, she went to the bathroom. While she was there, she filled a large tumbler of water, came back, and poured it where the fire had been. Just to make sure. Then Lydia grabbed her pillow and a blanket and went downstairs to sleep on the sofa. Her heart still beating wildly.
Where fire is concerned, one cannot be too careful.
There was one ember still aglow.
aka, The Abject Muse 
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