I sat at the dinner table with my family. The warm summer air flowed through the room from the cracked windows. Everything about the room felt familiar and comforting. The room was dimly lit, the setting sun being the only source of light other than the dull cry of the fixture overhead, and the flicker of candles at center of the table. Everybody ate in silence. The jarring sound of metal 

Forks against the ceramic plates lessoned the cloud of nothingness that encircled the table. I felt the table slightly shake from under my hands as my brother stood up. I looked back at my food and from the corner of my vison saw a bright flame flash across my peripherals. My eyes traced it 

As the molten wax hit the table with a soft thud. My mind traveled to every worst possibility, sending ripples through my stomach and liteing ablaze a pre existing fear. The sounds of my parent’s yelling replaced the one comforting silence. The flames grew bigger and brighter across the whole of the table. My dad ran to the garage and came out with a bright red fire extinguisher. The cloud of white smoke filled the room and the flames soon vanished. A piercing sound filled my ears. The fire alarm went off over my head.