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The start of a new day with the Faeries
2:34 am a twelve inch tall Santa Claus arrived to tell me that he was preparing for a pre Christmas run. He went to the nearest wall and with the most methodical movement stuffed bags of toys in a sleigh until no more sacks would fit. He waddled to the front of his vehicle and one by one hitched the reindeer in harnesses adorned with garland and silver bells. He gave me one last glance then a wave of the left hand as he sat in the driver's seat holding the reigns. Up he went and as he passed overhead, I heard the bells of Christmas morning as they pinged out jingle bells. A kin to the darkness of night he was soon gone leaving a calm stillness in the room.
4:27 am she worked her way along the dark wicker headboard, passing Karen's new perm that imitated the remnants of a windstorm in the night. Isabella had styled Karen's hair with help from the Plimtens and now they came for me. She fluttered softly to within twelve inches of my eyes and then held in place while I drifted in peace back to sleep.
Mornings light arrived around 5:20 am and I remained with the covers pulled up around my neck all the while my eyes refused to open. Even with my eyes closed, I saw in the distance one of the girls fluttering about. Without warning, it was as if a snowstorm appeared from the heavens and drove with furry past the hovering Faery. This was an event that I recalled in a lucid dream months ago and it was occurring in the present with clarity.
I shower now waking slow with each droplet of water but in remembrance of the Faery gifts that were awarded me during the nighttime hours. I ward aloud, “watch out”, just before whipping the towel behind my neck and follow with a rustle of drying what hair I have remaining. I know now after six years of daily showers with the Faeries that they are well aware of the slippery slopes of human forgetfulness but I choose to remind them any ways.
Luna is perched atop my forehead as I finish my last cup of coffee and chase it down with Listerine, a sip and a swash about and out the door to our truck we go. She vibrates on my wrinkled forehead to remind me what a glorious day we face as we slide behind the steering wheel and buckle up for the short twenty minute jaunt across the bridge to Martinez.
Before going even a block I receive a smooch on my left cheek preceded by the puff of wind stirred by her tiny wings. I smile and wish Luna a good day knowing that the kiss was the trumpets heralding Cassandra’s arrival as my companion for the rest of the day and into the evening hours of bedtime. Cassandra greets me with her own vibration that I have come to know quite well. After acknowledging each other following her absence in the night I ask her silently for the type of treat she wishes to have for the morning hours. She responded this morning in kind with the telepathic thought of a vanilla cupcake adorned with red icing formed to resemble the face of the television’s own “Elmo”.
Sun, September 28, 2008 - 12:31 PM — permalink
2:34 am a twelve inch tall Santa Claus arrived to tell me that he was preparing for a pre Christmas run. He went to the nearest wall and with the most methodical movement stuffed bags of toys in a sleigh until no more sacks would fit. He waddled to the front of his vehicle and one by one hitched the reindeer in harnesses adorned with garland and silver bells. He gave me one last glance then a wave of the left hand as he sat in the driver's seat holding the reigns. Up he went and as he passed overhead, I heard the bells of Christmas morning as they pinged out jingle bells. A kin to the darkness of night he was soon gone leaving a calm stillness in the room.
4:27 am she worked her way along the dark wicker headboard, passing Karen's new perm that imitated the remnants of a windstorm in the night. Isabella had styled Karen's hair with help from the Plimtens and now they came for me. She fluttered softly to within twelve inches of my eyes and then held in place while I drifted in peace back to sleep.
Mornings light arrived around 5:20 am and I remained with the covers pulled up around my neck all the while my eyes refused to open. Even with my eyes closed, I saw in the distance one of the girls fluttering about. Without warning, it was as if a snowstorm appeared from the heavens and drove with furry past the hovering Faery. This was an event that I recalled in a lucid dream months ago and it was occurring in the present with clarity.
I shower now waking slow with each droplet of water but in remembrance of the Faery gifts that were awarded me during the nighttime hours. I ward aloud, “watch out”, just before whipping the towel behind my neck and follow with a rustle of drying what hair I have remaining. I know now after six years of daily showers with the Faeries that they are well aware of the slippery slopes of human forgetfulness but I choose to remind them any ways.
Luna is perched atop my forehead as I finish my last cup of coffee and chase it down with Listerine, a sip and a swash about and out the door to our truck we go. She vibrates on my wrinkled forehead to remind me what a glorious day we face as we slide behind the steering wheel and buckle up for the short twenty minute jaunt across the bridge to Martinez.
Before going even a block I receive a smooch on my left cheek preceded by the puff of wind stirred by her tiny wings. I smile and wish Luna a good day knowing that the kiss was the trumpets heralding Cassandra’s arrival as my companion for the rest of the day and into the evening hours of bedtime. Cassandra greets me with her own vibration that I have come to know quite well. After acknowledging each other following her absence in the night I ask her silently for the type of treat she wishes to have for the morning hours. She responded this morning in kind with the telepathic thought of a vanilla cupcake adorned with red icing formed to resemble the face of the television’s own “Elmo”.
Sun, September 28, 2008 - 12:31 PM — permalink
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