C is for cupboard



This is Pixie. Pixie is a little pint-size (literally) dog that thinks she’s somewhat human. She would only sleeps on pillows, refuses to walk on grass and has a quick temper that makes all the other dogs in the tribe fear her. No one else would eat from the same bowl she eats from.

She enjoys getting her daily groom, she only approaches when she wants to. She also has a lot of trouble waking up in the morning– she ignores you and pushes her face flat into the pillows when you attempt to rouse her. Her favourite activity is to watch celia-tv. My very own Mona Lisa. She has her eyes glued on me whenever she’s around. Awww, you say. But in the middle of the night when you find a little gremlin sitting on your chest or pillow just staring at you, it’s not so very cute. This is a nightly affair, and I’ve grown quite used to it.

I am awake at 3 am, with a racing heart, because pixie fell asleep in my t-shirt cupboard and got trapped in there. I was looking for her earlier at 10 pm, because she was not to be found anywhere in our room. We searched under the bed, in the bathroom, everywhere. I figured she was either with my sister (who has an exam at 8 am so I didn’t want to wake her to check), or with my parents (she sometimes wanders in after me, and gets trapped behind closed doors). I even commented to Denn as we were turning in that I was feeling bad for Pixie because my parents sleep with the air-conditioning on super-cold and they had no rug for her to sleep on if she had really gotten trapped in there. (They just came back from a long drive from Malaysia and I wasn’t going to wake them to check either).

So Denn and I have been watching this Korean series on ghost-haunting which is actually really quite scary (Master’s Sun). Went to bed by midnight. 3 am, and I wake up to the sound of some loud banging. 4 times then silence.

Wasn’t going to wake Denn (he’s really creeped out abt things like that). But somehow instinct found me throwing off the covers and needing to check it out. Better than living in fear of the unknown. Was actually pretty calm.

Was pretty sure the sound came from the cupboard in front of my full length mirror. On hindsight I’m Actually rather impressed to have directional awareness since it roused me from pretty deep sleep. Thought maybe it was a rat or something, or Bronco walked into the cupboard door etc (he was missing from the bed, also has been known to happen).

Turned on the room lights, threw open the cupboards — Denn woke up at this point — and pixie sprung out. She must have snuck in there to nap in my clothes sometime after my shower and gotten trapped.

She is sleeping peacefully in between us now. But Denn and I are both wide awake, reeling in shock.




Author: c

my world, out of your reach

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