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Smaller in Sleep

Title Smaller in Sleep

Author Eglantine_br


Word Count 300

Smaller in Sleep

I came back in the drizzling rain with
the purchased food hot in my hands.

I had left Kit to bathe. He was
in dear need of it, anyone would be after two weeks in that place.
And I had wanted to leave him alone, thinking he must have need of
that too.

So, up the steps again, with oyster
pies close to my chest, and the good smell of them making me hungry
already. I bumped the door open with my knee, and shook the rain
from my face.

He had bathed while I was gone, and his
dirty clothing was folded by the door. The cloak I had given him to
use was hung by the fire, drying now with sheepy reluctance. He was
asleep on the bed, curled tight as a cat. Kit had changed into the
nightshirt. Mistress Smith had been utterly wrong. It was too big
for him, huge, comical. He was so much smaller, asleep. His hair was
dark with wet and it snaked over his face. His clever face was still.
He had a spray of golden freckles across his nose. I had not noticed
them before.

Well, really where else was he to go?
There was only one bed, and one stool for my writing table. It was
one or the other. I watched as his feet twitched, he made a small
sound, like a snort, and swiped at his face with the back of one

The famous Dr Marlowe; Poor weary
thing. Mistress Smith had seen him true. I moved his pie to the
hearth to keep warm. I pulled the stool up to the table, eating with
my free hand, (as is my custom,) I got myself to work.


( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 30th, 2012 09:20 am (UTC)
Smaller in Sleep
The famous Dr Marlowe; Poor weary thing.

That! We imagine them as strong, independent beings - but they were human nonetheless.

Another marvel from you. Keep on writing!!! xxx
Nov. 30th, 2012 10:53 am (UTC)
Re: Smaller in Sleep
Hear hear!

Aw, poor Kit.
Nov. 30th, 2012 10:08 pm (UTC)
Re: Smaller in Sleep
Thinking about how the people we write have a mind of their own... All Kit wants to do is sleep and eat, and get in fisticuffs (swordicuffs?) I promise he will do more than this eventually.
Nov. 30th, 2012 10:11 pm (UTC)
Re: Smaller in Sleep
I owe you a big apology. I have not looked yet at the file you sent. I will, very soon. I have not forgotten, it is just that life has swamped me a little lately. I hope you are not mad, and don't give up.
Dec. 1st, 2012 12:19 am (UTC)
He had a spray of golden freckles across his nose.
That made me smile :)

What a lovely thing to read at the end of a long week. We are all smaller in sleep I think. Now I'm going to make like Kit and curl up myself!
Dec. 2nd, 2012 05:38 pm (UTC)
I Am so glad to be getting to read these now = they have all the loved Eglantine hallmarks but applied in a differnt style and context
and the titles are masterly into the bargain.

oyster pies one can smell and a coat drying - you always do have that gift for the vivid and observation transformed by imagination
great stuff ( not just this one but previous ones also = I am sorry that I have only had occasional chance to comment before

thank you
Sep. 28th, 2016 10:03 am (UTC)
Oh, he is so sweet and cuddly in his oversized night shirt and freckles. Curled up small and feline, he reminds me irresistibly of Archie. I am downloading Doctor Faustus on Librivox.

I am loving Kyd here too. He has your Horatio's compassion and healing instinct.

Edited at 2016-12-16 01:20 pm (UTC)
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