This was my time! I make a decision. I march into the room I call mine and shove my phone into a drawer. I didn't want to be chained to it, waiting for someone to want to spend time with me.
I would find a way to enjoy spending time with myself. And with that I smile, and I feel a weight lift-off of my chest. Although I know that it is only temporary, I accept that. No one really gets over hurt in a day. And I happened to have a lot of hurt to get through.
"Full, sleep now." says Bastet.
Anubis and her curl up on my bed, looking like a yin-yang. Seems fitting somehow. I was strongly tempted to curl up on the bed with them. Their soft, warm little bodies would probably be very comforting. It wasn't time for me to sleep yet.
Well then, there are a few other places to explore, and I still have laundry to do. I ponder where I should go next. I think I saw a string to pull down for stairs, meaning that there is an attic. But I doubt that there is a washer and dryer in the attic.
So, let's hunt down a different place that they could be. Oh! I remember a door that had stairs leading down behind it. It did have a bit of a foreboding feeling, but I was curious anyway. Also, it would be a basement, which is a pretty common place for people to keep a washer and dryer.
I grab all the bedding and cleaning supplies, and bring it down with me. I go to where I remember the door being and pull it open. I don't know why but a little chill runs down my back.
It isn't a feeling that makes me want to turn around and run away, but more of the feeling you get when you are watching a good horror movie. I bring all the laundry supplies down with me so that I can use what I need and set them at the bottom of the stairs.
I am standing in the dark aside from the light that is trickling down from the door at the top of the stairs. I start looking for a light switch, or cord, when I see something in the darkness, eyes staring at me.
A gale wind blows through the cabin, it rattles the windows, shakes the furniture, something shatters as it falls to the ground, and slams the door shut behind me.
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Noah follows Aurora around the cabin as she goes about her day. He is filled with a nice warm feeling when he sees her smile. He watches the way that she tries so hard, putting her all into every task, even cleaning which he could not understand.
He finds his cheeks getting warm when Aurora enters his room. It spreads from his cheeks to ears, to his entire face, as she cleans and looks at all of the belongings in his room.
"Ah, ah there is a girl in my room!" he says quietly to himself.
Other than the nurses going in and out this was a new experience for him. “No, don’t look at those. Ahh! She looked at them.” Noah splayed his fingers in front of his eyes and braced for the inevitable rejection.
“What! You have read those too! I mean, yes you have good taste, and the library does have all of the volumes.”
Noah regretted that he didn’t have his sticky notes and pens with him, he had left those in the library. He thought about going to get them but decided he could leave a note later, and he didn’t want to miss anything. Noah told himself he was just curious, and the blushing was a well-known side effect of his condition.
After she leaves his room, and while she is cleaning the other rooms, he sits down on the bed and looks at his belongings. He wishes that he could pick up the things around him, but he is not corporeal enough to be able to move much around.
He had been having to reserve all his energy just so he could attend to the garden. He would fall asleep after doing that and he is never able to figure out how much time passes while he sleeps. He can only hope no plants have died before he wakes up again. He had lost a few of the more delicate flowers that way.
When it sounds like she is done in the other's rooms he walks out so he can follow her around again. He sees that she is playing with the cats and reflexively jumps back.
Those fuzzy beasts seem to like her and it's cute to watch her play with them as long as they don’t turn their gazes on him. They were the keepers of the afterlife, so it was reasonable to be afraid of them, or so he tells himself.
When she parts with them, he is once more able to follow after her. “Am I a stalker? This is how stalkers behave. No. I am good and well mannered, I could never be a stalker. She was the one that kept talking to me, it would be rude and even inexcusable if I wasn’t nearby to hear what she was saying.”
He wonders where she is going when she is yet again moving her cleaning supplies. When he sees that she is going into the basement he worries for her. He always had bad feelings when he was near the basement door, it was unnerving.
He loses himself to the thoughts of the basement and what was scary about it. Enveloped in his thoughts he doesn’t notice the wind at first, it wasn’t until the crash that he realized something is happening.
He saw the windows shake, and felt the wind as it rushed through his incorporeal spirit. His eyes follow the wind’s current, and when he sees the door slam shut his stomach drops to his feet.
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