My best friend and I had a good day yesterday. Pretty sure it has to do with the tangle the morning came in.
Sometimes, when we are unable to sleep we migrate to the second bedroom. This peaceful room has walls painted a calming adobe brown. In the dead of night, I woke up for a moment. Just for a moment. I was unable to move in the mess of our arms, pillows and hands and I thought about puzzle boxes before heavy sleep returned again. Are you familiar with puzzle boxes? The ones where different pieces slid about around until they at last open the middle?
We are a puzzle box.
For today's morning we both raged with terrifying thunder claps and fiery fury. He escalated to a winding tornado and my response was to turn into bitter frost.
I think this is why we work. I have no fear in the face of a heat that would melt most. Antarctica does not look at the Sudan and see a mortal enemy.
Darling heeled boots and my precious swirling skirt added to my grandeur as I ended our battle by closing the bedroom door softly, deafeningly, behind me.
Poor little Luna. She had been snuggled deeply into her quilt and pillow on her king sized foam bed when startled awake by our snarling, she ran for cover from the fall out of our vocals to hide in her kennel downstairs.
She graduated from being kept in her kennel when home alone months ago but she really likes her space so I removed the door and hid it between the wall and couch. Naps in it on her other foam bed are another of her favorites.
I went down and sat on the floor a few feet away and whispered soothingly until the little creature peaked out to survey my face and see if the storm had cleared.
We never yell at Luna. Never. A sharp word breaks her heart.
I smiled at her and held my hands open and coaxed her forward until at last she cautiously crept out and into my arms for a cuddle.
And then I went to work.
Sometimes, when we are unable to sleep we migrate to the second bedroom. This peaceful room has walls painted a calming adobe brown. In the dead of night, I woke up for a moment. Just for a moment. I was unable to move in the mess of our arms, pillows and hands and I thought about puzzle boxes before heavy sleep returned again. Are you familiar with puzzle boxes? The ones where different pieces slid about around until they at last open the middle?
We are a puzzle box.
For today's morning we both raged with terrifying thunder claps and fiery fury. He escalated to a winding tornado and my response was to turn into bitter frost.
I think this is why we work. I have no fear in the face of a heat that would melt most. Antarctica does not look at the Sudan and see a mortal enemy.
Darling heeled boots and my precious swirling skirt added to my grandeur as I ended our battle by closing the bedroom door softly, deafeningly, behind me.
Poor little Luna. She had been snuggled deeply into her quilt and pillow on her king sized foam bed when startled awake by our snarling, she ran for cover from the fall out of our vocals to hide in her kennel downstairs.
She graduated from being kept in her kennel when home alone months ago but she really likes her space so I removed the door and hid it between the wall and couch. Naps in it on her other foam bed are another of her favorites.
I went down and sat on the floor a few feet away and whispered soothingly until the little creature peaked out to survey my face and see if the storm had cleared.
We never yell at Luna. Never. A sharp word breaks her heart.
I smiled at her and held my hands open and coaxed her forward until at last she cautiously crept out and into my arms for a cuddle.
To convince that the fight had nothing to do with her, I sat on the floor next to her while she ate breakfast and drank my coffee. This gave me a little time to cool down too and grin ruefully at the remembering the verbal boxing match.
And then I went to work.
