Tuesday, October 16, 2012

It's Night Night Time


“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:

Daily Blessings said...

Dobby is so valiant and protective of Mom. I love him. :)

C. S. Jennings said...

Great story.

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