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Walkies

The alarm sounds. I open one eye, slap the snooze button and try to pretend it didn’t happen.

But it’s too late.

My brain is awake, and more importantly, so are the dogs.

They know what that sound means.

They know their human is rising to meet their needs.

I throw back the quilt cover and my husband moans his complaints, for I’ve let a little cold air into the sanctuary. I mumble apologies but they’re half-hearted really. I’m always hopeful my wonderful partner will come with me. One foot, then the other hits the carpeted floor and I stand; stretching and ironing out the creases of sleep.

The dogs join me in this ritual. I hear their multi-footed dismount from the bed to the floor. They elongate one rear leg then the other before pulling back onto their haunches. Eyes wide open; expectant and watching my every move.

I dress myself in active wear, wrap a scarf around my neck and plonk a beanie on my head.

This is not what they are waiting for.

As I walk over to my dresser and pull out a pair of socks, their tails start wagging.

Once one sock is on, they move a little closer to where I am.

But when I reach for the runners, they start to turn excited circles; dancing a doggie duet around each other.

They know it is time.

I ask them, just to be sure, “Is it time?”

They start yipping with anticipation.

“Are you sure it’s time?” I tease.

The yipping becomes louder.

“Is it time for walkies?” I exclaim.

They jump up and down, yelping, “Yes, yes, yes!”

I clip the leads around their neck and off we head into the cold, pre-dawn morning. The icy air blasts my face and wakes me up.

I love this time of day.

Every day.

By Sarah ©2017



Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday’s Mix – 5 August 2017, routine; Daily Post Daily Prompt, dancing, circlepartner

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First Frost

My eyes popped open as the alarm screeched, hammering my brain. Noooooo! I thought.

I peeled back the covers and promptly pulled them back over myself again. It was FREEZING. I snuggled back in, pretending I hadn’t heard the clock. I tried to go back to sleep but guilt kept my mind from such joy.

“Are we getting up?” my husband asked, after a few minutes.

“I don’t want to,” I replied.

“Come on. It won’t be so bad,” he promised. “Count of three?   1…2…3…”

We threw off the covers and bravely jumped out of bed. I began hopping from foot to foot, as the cool tiles stuck to my soles. I frantically tugged off my pyjamas and put on my active wear, ready for our daily morning walk. I considered my usual cap and opted for a beanie instead.

We opened the front door and the icy chill hit. It was straight from the antarctic. Although the sky was still dark, the moon reflected on the sparkling, shimmering frost that coated the blades of our front lawn. There was no going back now. We crunched through the ice leaving green impressions of our shoes behind us.

As we hit the footpath, I was so grateful I had chosen the beanie. We breathed out and steamy clouds escaped our mouths. It was at least 0 oC or below and perfectly crisp.

“First frost for the year,” my husband observed.

“Mmmm, hmmmm.” I answered, unable to unclench my teeth long enough for a more eloquent response.

I shivered as we walked along in the foggy early morning. My fingers numb, my nose running and my limbs stiff from the shock of the cold. Our footfall echoed in the still air. Each step, an effort.

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Twenty minutes later we arrived back at our house, green footprints still visible and guiding the way. As I opened the door, I felt enormous relief that it was over.

We made ourselves coffee and porridge for breakfast. The warmth from the coffee thawed my frozen digits as I cupped my mug. The oats seemed to radiate from my belly, heating my core. I began to feel human again.

As I looked over at my husband, content, I said, “The first frost is always the worst.

He grinned and replied, “Sure is. Same time tomorrow?”

By Sarah ©2017


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Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: radiate, shimmer, foggy