11. Another Thing
After for digging what seemed hours, I stood back to admire what I had achieved that morning. Several flower beds nicely turned over with fresh, loose soil on top. Grabbing my tools; I hang them up inside the shed, the sunlight filtering through the slats on the roof dancing on the wall. Reminding me of my dream that morning.
Shaking my head, I lock up and go inside; trying to dispel my fears and get my head back into reality as I turn on the kettle. I notice more cups in the sink. Well at least dad has gotten out of the study once today. Sighing, once again I wash up all the mugs, lining them up on the draining board like a bright army of mis-matched colours and shapes. Ready for battle.
I laughed at the thought as I dried them all up. I guess my imagination always tends to run away from me. Well, you saw the nightmare.
I jump at the sound, nearly dropping my favourite mug. I look wildly around for the sound, realizing it came from a room upstairs...
Heart pounding, I grab a walking stick from the stand by the door and stealthily make my way up the wooden stairs. Standing of the toes of my boots I slip along the hallway as another crash happens. Closer. I realise it's one of the junk rooms. I stand outside the door, breathing light as I gather my courage to open the door.
I take a deep breath before pushing the door wide open, holding the walking stick in front of me.