sleepy stories part 3

once upon a time
there was a place
and it was quiet and small and generally unnoticed by people
although sometimes cats nosed their way into it through the tangled web of ivy that grew through the gate where the palings had fallen down
and sat on the stones in the sunlit
and licked themselves
and dozed
It was the kind of place where you could hear bird song even when you couldn't see any birds
and where the daylight highlighted dust motes, but no one would ever sneeze
and where, at night time, there was faint fairy music and twinkling lights and no mosquitoes*
*no mosquitos is even more romantic than fairy music and twinkling lights. It's more romantic that most things, because it's completely impossible to HAVE romance if there is even the tiniest hint of a mosquito in the vicinity


Shannon says:
Anyway, in the evening, the stones were still warm from the sun
And two girls crept through the gap in the gate (even though they were a bit more squeezed than the cats were)
holding hands and ready to explore the world
and when they saw the twinkling lights
and the sleepy cats
and the ivy
and the small trail of ants that never bit, but helpfully carried off any cake crumbs
and the birds nest where two tiny blue speckled eggs lay waiting
and the tiny iron couch with soft pillows that magically never mouldered
they thought "this is our place"
And so one sat down and the other
lay in her lap and closed her eyes (it had been a long journey across the sea and across the land)
and they listened to crickets chirp
and to the music the sun makes
when it slips down below the horizon
the the wind through the ivy leaves
which was warm, even though it was dark.
And the older one sang small lullabies which she only half remembered
and played with the sleepy ones hair.
and all was well
and soft
and beautiful
and never ending
and they re still there
where there are no mosquitoes and the cats purr and the ivy curls through the rusted gate and everything is perfect.
the end but not end


Shannon says:
are you asleep?
Beth says:
I liked that story
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