I entered the living room, crossed over to one of the Hepplewhite high-backed wing chairs that sit on either side of the massive fireplace, and sat. Kerplunk. With my usual lack of extraordinary gracefulness...
but I had an excuse. I was beside myself with dread and fear and I had no clue why. Ok, the noises and stuff, but what had caused them and why?
I sat and as
usual when I am in this room I felt strangely calmer. This room. It is warm and comfortable and amazingly so considering the size of the room, but it
always feels cozy.
No I don't know why, just is I guess. I did choose the colors and textures for the room and I think they have a lot to do with the ambiance. It is designed to be a place almost of refuge and it is
...especially tonight.
I sat pondering and doing little else and as I did so I realized I wanted a cup of
coffee but that would mean going to the kitchen and
...ahhh, but wait.
I got up and made my way back across the room, through the archway and across the foyer. and on into my office with its, YAY, coffeemaker and there was some still warm too which made MY day or night I can tell you. I poured myself a generous mug full of the
elixer of the Gods and went back to the living room and once more plunked myself.
Coffee and quiet. Good combination. No more noises, which I decided was just fine with me and then Kiki came and sat on my lap. Cats, funny creatures
...and he is one of the funniest, but we suit each other and I was glad for his company. He usually almost makes up for Ryan
being gone (note I said ALMOST) and that being the case, he and I have forged a bond unusually close
for human & cat. Notoriously independent, fussy, and all that notwithstanding
...and I am always grateful that he allows me into his world. Funny how that is and it is a totally different experience from the human/dog interface.
After a bit of rare (for me) solitude and a mind at peace, I began to once again wonder why I was down here and what had the noises been, and why? I had no answers at all and that bothered me. I can tolerate knowing I am a klutz most of the time, but
cluelessness bothers me. I have to get to the bottom of things before I can feel at ease, and this was no different. Part of me wanted NOTHING WHATSOEVER to do with the kitchen, and part of me was DYING (poor word choice here) to know what was going on out there or what had
...and the funny thing is through all of this it had never crossed my mind to call 911. LOL. Nope, Dylan will handle this. SURE he will. I KNEW that sooner or
later my innate sense of curiosity would win out and I would not be able to stand not knowing.
But Kiki was resting quietly on my lap and of course it would be a
grievious error on my part to disturb his settled placement. OH MERCY NO, and I would pay dearly if I disturbed even one hair on his body without
damn good reason, and he would be the judge of that I am here to tell you.
At that
precise moment he began to
snorffle, and I knew he had fallen asleep. GOOD GOD. How can he sleep with all this going on. He doesn't care about MY turmoil and my being in jeopardy and OH my
God I was settling in myself.
.to a MAJOR PITY PARTY. Well, it is my turn I am sure.
Harumph.
I sat wondering what to do next, and the calmness of the room was beginning to do its work as usual and I felt my eyelids growing heavy. MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT and all that and that is the last thing I remember. Until...
I remember
...waking up,
to...
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CONTINUE TO CHAPTER IV
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