The
Scarlet Ninja with the pack of dogs..!
Story:
Ninja’s are known throughout the world for their stealth and therefore
revered for their craftiness and agility. In
fables and lore, story tellers say they can “walk through walls”.
As life would have it, I have such an enigma sharing the house I live in!
This aberration presents itself just before dawn, and again, just before
I wake. It’s true! At first, I
thought I was dreaming. You know, in
that mystical world when you are half awake and half in that wonderful dream
state some of us love. My half-awake
sleepy eyes don’t see this mystical creature every day, just every once in
awhile. I’ll be a little restless
just before awakening, and all of a sudden, the faint, distant sound of activity
will awaken me! Muffled rustling in
the distance. Actually, I’m not
always sure a sound has awakened me! But
something has! And it’s scary! I’ll
lay silent without stirring and barely open my eyes.
It’s during this foggy time, this sliver of two dimensions, this time
when dreams seem to commingle with reality, if only for just a second that my
Scarlet Ninja appears!!! Breathing
slowly and letting the whiffs of breath leave my lips so as to appear asleep,
and reducing my eyes to slits so as not to alarm the entity should it gaze in my
direction; I watch as it silently moves about the room.
The aberration glides across my bedroom like mist on the air and silently
vanishes down the hall. This Scarlet
aberration must be as light as a feather; I say this because of the way it just
floats so effortlessly when traveling, nary a sound!
Although I’ve never heard of such a thing, a pack of small, black, dogs
accompany this floating Ninja. I have seen them, yet they make no sound, and
they ‘glide’ as well! I’m sure
the pack stay with their master out of loyalty and love, Ninjas being sacred in
certain parts of the world. Furthermore,
there are mornings it moves through
walls with the pack of dogs silently following.
Just like descriptions remembered in thousand-year-old myths and heroic
tales of long ago, I too have seen the mystical.
Ever silent, this mystical creature of lore travels a fine line between
dreams and reality. Every time I
sense the presence of the entity, my heart pounds with anticipation as I lay in
my nest of safety. What if it turns
and sees me watching, I wonder? Can
it see me peering through these thin slits of scrutiny?
Will the sparkle in my eyes give me away?
I will have to wait for my answers, because the love of my life is
standing before me bearing gifts of hot, fresh coffee, a cup in each hand.
Come on sleepyhead, I’ve been awake for some time now; we’re up!
I smile, and reluctantly abandon my warm nest of dreams and imaginations.
As I rise and step into the crisp morning air; the smell of fresh coffee
and a hug from my wonderful partner are all I need to snap out of it.
A very special time for both of us, and more often than not, the only
time we can spend with each other during the day.
I’ve thought of sharing my experience with her, but for now I will just
keep my secret. No point in scaring
her, talking about dreams, aberrations, and Ninja ghosts of long ago.
I really like those Red Flannel pajamas with the little black dogs.
She said “me too, my husband gave them to me.”
For lack of a better word, I will call this aberration:
My wife in her favorite Red Flannel Jammies, trying to be quiet and not
wake her husband, as she gets out of bed and makes that first cup of coffee in
the morning. All the best.
RJ