Ordinarily, I am not a candle person. A lit candle is supposed to soothe and relax the soul. But when there's a lit candle in my home, I just agonize over the ways that the candle might set the house on fire. My imagination can sometimes be a serious liability.
But how could I resist these candles?
I did not want to light my woodland creature candles ever because (a) they might start an inferno and (b) they are the most freaking adorable candles ever. But I knew I was being crazy. A candle's vocation is to provide light. If I never lit my candles, they would languish and lead unfulfilling lives. The candles wanted me to light them. So I did.
For a brief moment, my candles glowed and looked so sweet and charming. Why was I so worried about lighting them? Do I really want to hoard a pair of candles for the next fifty years?
Then I heard their screams.
I quickly extinguished the flames but was too late. Look at their precious wicks! They are scarred! I maimed by babies!!
I'm never lighting a candle again.