Marble and flame

A candle and a book were on the dim-lit round table. She sat beside the table watching the light of the day move across the floor, drawing sharper lines as the day ended. 

The candle lit up on its own when the light left the room. The room was quiet but alive, by the pulse from the light of the candle. 

She asked a question in her head and the flame danced making the room blink in and out of the darkness. 

With another question, the flame danced again. But this time before it came back she grabbed it with her hand, and in the palm of her hand, it floated. 

The colour was different, a light blue that changed depending on her thoughts. Red, yellow, green and back to blue. 

She focused on the colour and the room started to change. The blue flame made the air water-like. Her hair started to float along with every other object in the room. 

When it turned green, the furniture fell to the ground and animal noises were coming from where they landed. 

The flame turned red, and she pointed the light at a wall in front of her. She grabbed the flame like a doorknob as she got closer to the wall. 

As she turned it, the house disappeared. She was standing in a dark room with the only source of light being the flame in her hand. 

The light got smaller as it changed colours back to yellow. With her other hand, she shielded it and it grew a bit. 

Without knowing where to go she started walking forward. Every step echoed as if walking in a puddle.  

After a while, she looked up and there was a circle of light far above her head. 

She put her hand inside the flame and without burning, it wrapped around her arm up to the shoulder.  

She wiped her arm to one side and the flame extended far into the distance in the darkness. 

A metal sound tensed the flame as she started to pull it. The noise of the metal being dragged over the floor brought forward a black round staircase that went up towards the roof. 

As she started going up the stairs, the steps on the metal echoed in the darkness. 

The flame was back to its normal size floating over her palm. 

Stepping on the last tread of the stair the room chanted. It was white now. The staircase rusted and crumbled after she stepped on the white floor. 

Then, she started rolling the hole and lit it with the flame. 

In the white room, the flame grew and expanded and the room took the colour of the flame.