It wasn’t the falling of the rain or the profound smell of rubber boot or Giles’s months old socks that awoke me. The rain brushing the window pane always lulls me to – and soothes me in – my sleep. And the butler’s socks are perfect nesting material. At first I tried re-closing my eyes to shut out the external stimuli, but I – the wisest and humblest of all animals – knew something was afoot.
Moments later I managed to shake off the last residues of my deep slumber and climb out of my temporary bed. A loose woollen thread of the sock clings onto a clawk, encumbering my progress – though I manage to shake it free. With a slow nod I look backwards.
Farewell dear warm sock!
I continue onwards.
No sooner had I fully extended my head out of my shell – and thus simutaneously out of the confines of the boot – than did a ray of golden sunshine unmercifully hit me!
Doggone dandelions in the dark!
Being tenacious of mind, I face this new reality with blinking eyes. The corridor where the jumbled boots lay beneath the hung cloaks is bathed in sunlight. So pervading is the light that the scent of it had awoken me to search it out.
But North Norfolk is not yet ready for the Spring. My inner calendar declares it to be a month later when the dandelions begin to emerge from the ground. For the moment I let it warm me and then I return to bed.
Dear Reader I heed you to take enough fitful slumber and to always keep warm. Thick socks are a good start. If you don’t have a butler, you can always acquire your own socks by other means.
“Retreat and Sleep!”
Copyright Faith McCord 2016
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