“Shhh!” Dobby points above his
head. “Mom's sleeping. You'll wake her.”
Dylan looks up at Writer Lady in bed.
“She's sleeping.”
“Duh.” Dobby says. “She needs
to stay asleep. What do you want Dylan?”
“Furnatche.”
“I'm not him.”
“I know that.” Dylan answered
starting to laugh then covering his mouth to stifle the sound. Dylan
pulls the bed skirt up some more so he can crawl under the bed to
share a big secret. “Furnatche is not in the basement. Have you
seen him?”
“No. Get back in the basement. Go
to sleep. It's night night time.” Dobby was glad for the company
when they first showed up. This was starting to get annoying.
Dylan looked at Dobby with an empty
stare. Dobby hoped the child was thinking about what he said.
“Okay.” The little boy said quietly and crawled out from under
the bed.
Dobby watched closely and waited until
the pitter patter of little feet could be heard by the door leading
down to the basement to close his eyes. Suddenly the patter
returned. Moving quickly from inside the door and around the bed.
“Hey, lady. Writer Lady. Wake up.
Lady?” Dylan said.
Poking his head out from under the bed
Dobby nips Dylan's big toe.
“Ouch!” Dylan looks down.
“Don't wake her. We will find the
dragon. Just don't wake her she isn't ready for you yet. We have to
let her finish one of the other stories at least.”
“Why doesn't she wake up?” Dylan
asked.
“She's sleeping. Just like you
should be. I will come and get you when it's time for her to see you
I promise.” Dobby reassures the boy.
Dylan's eyes start to fill with tears.
“Furnatche?”
Feeling bad for his snippiness with the
toddler, Dobby says, “He really is okay. He probably just heard
Mom say “baking” and “cookies” he got a little bit excited.
Furnatche's head came out from under
the bed skirt at the far end of the bed, eyes wide, nose sniffing
wildly. The dragon was in full search mode.
“Furnatche!” Dylan squealed
sitting down to hug the baby dragon.
“See you found him. Let him go,
Dylan you're choking the poor animal.” Dobby says.
Dylan releases Furnatche. “He's a
creature of Faerie. Auntie said.” Dylan corrected.
“You two get down to the basement and
tuck yourselves into bed. You and Auntie can tell me all about it
tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow.” Dylan states
emphatically with his index finger in the air, mimicking his older
sister Paige. “Come on Furnatche. Night, night time.” Dylan
heads out of the bedroom with Furnatche following.
Dobby climbs up on the bed next to Mom.
He sleeps like a Sphinx facing the bedroom's open doorway. No one
else is going to try waking up Mom tonight. Not on his watch. As
the hours pass, Dobby relaxes and even changes position curling up on
the bed closer to Mom's warmth settling in for some deep dreams of
cheese, milk and all things dairy.
2 comments:
Dobby is so valiant and protective of Mom. I love him. :)
Great story.
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