The wind is up, rustling the leaves along the ground and blowing the last of the rain-drops off the oak tree.
*click click click - Bear's on his lap-top upstairs
*snortle gzink gzzzonk - Jasper is sacked out behind me (and did you have to release the doggy odour of doom, dog???)
*The cats are padding up and down the stairs, eyeing the dog with a butchers eye (slices? haunch meat? What shall we go for first?)
the house is so quiet, gearing down for the night, and.....
*footsteps. (augh!) Quick, hurrying footsteps padding down the hall to the top of the stairs
(cats scatter)
a shuffling noise.....
then a thud, thud, thud down the stairs, fingers trailing the bannister, blankie clutched tight, eyes and hair tangled with sleep -
Hi, Rosey. Couldn't sleep, hey sweetheart?
5 comments:
Aww, and I can picture that squint from the bright lights after being in a darkened room...
Awwww. The peace was deafening?
"The cats are padding up and down the stairs, eyeing the dog with a butchers eye." ugh you! This is why I love here!
I spent a little time today listening to the sounds outside today, too: the wind, a faraway wind chime of the neighbors, the mockingbirds chirping, a faraway train horn, a neighbor's dog barking, and occasionally, some beautiful quiet.
Sometimes I love it when they come to me like that other times I realize it is the end of my time alone and I tighten.
But what an image you painted. Lovely.
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