While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping...
Wednesday August 13th
The Dormouse, morning
It wasn't the suddenly not being able to breathe that woke me... I woke before that. It was the humming, thrumming tension of a note held for a moment too long. As if a violinist was teasing that last note of music until you want to shout at them to finish the piece and release the tension of the music just hovering in that second before completion. When it finally shattered and the piece ended, only then did I realize I had ceased to breathe. Only when the air rushed out of my lungs and my daughter cried out in irritation did it dawn on me that we where having an Excolo moment, as it were.
I leapt out of bed and gathered her up, relieved to see that we were none the worse for wear. Whatever just happened, it was brief. Just a hiccip in the flow of---
*Thump! Thump!*
From outside, a startled whiny of a horse, and the baying of dogs; further away, more odd thumps and a shattering of glass.
"What fresh hell..." I sigh, trotting downstairs with Rose on my hip. I grab my sword and head cautiously out the front door. Dawn is just streaking across the sky, and it looks like it will be another fine day---
Something falls two feet from my face, and I jump back with a cry, turning the hip with Rose on it away from whatever the hell just fell and my sword towards...
a dead bird. Just a bird. I exhale and shake my head at my own jumpiness. "Sorry Rose, Mummy's being silly." I laugh, and kiss the top of her head, but she's staring and pointing towards the street. Not just one dead bird, but dozens.
"What the...?"
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The Dormouse, morning
It wasn't the suddenly not being able to breathe that woke me... I woke before that. It was the humming, thrumming tension of a note held for a moment too long. As if a violinist was teasing that last note of music until you want to shout at them to finish the piece and release the tension of the music just hovering in that second before completion. When it finally shattered and the piece ended, only then did I realize I had ceased to breathe. Only when the air rushed out of my lungs and my daughter cried out in irritation did it dawn on me that we where having an Excolo moment, as it were.
I leapt out of bed and gathered her up, relieved to see that we were none the worse for wear. Whatever just happened, it was brief. Just a hiccip in the flow of---
*Thump! Thump!*
From outside, a startled whiny of a horse, and the baying of dogs; further away, more odd thumps and a shattering of glass.
"What fresh hell..." I sigh, trotting downstairs with Rose on my hip. I grab my sword and head cautiously out the front door. Dawn is just streaking across the sky, and it looks like it will be another fine day---
Something falls two feet from my face, and I jump back with a cry, turning the hip with Rose on it away from whatever the hell just fell and my sword towards...
a dead bird. Just a bird. I exhale and shake my head at my own jumpiness. "Sorry Rose, Mummy's being silly." I laugh, and kiss the top of her head, but she's staring and pointing towards the street. Not just one dead bird, but dozens.
"What the...?"
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