Sunday late evening came. The redhead got up from her bed.
Her husband was of course not with her, he was downstairs in the living room, sitting with himself, as he did very often.
The redhead took advantage of this moment alone in her room, opened the locker with the small key she had and took out a candle.
She looked at the glowing red candle and said to herself: "This candle is so beautiful and glowing, it looks like magic, when I smell it, I feel like I'm smelling the magic I had as a child, when my dear and beloved father was still alive and my mother was young, full of life, making apple pie that made a magical harmony in the whole house."
A few moments after the good and nostalgic thoughts the redhead felt, she put the candle on the table and lit it with a match.
One moment later, she heard the voices of her mirror entering her head and telling her: "Honey, look, you are lighting a candle first, close your eyes and take a deep breath."
The redhead was startled at first but she listened to the mirror's words and closed her eyes and began to breathe deeply and freely.
The redhead then opened her eyes and saw total darkness and...