Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 164) Two
Viktor looks over at the sofa wondering if he will see his sleeping self there but it is empty with the bedding pulled back and pillows disheveled as if he jumped out from under the covers.
“So I’m awake?” He questions as the thin timber starts to pop and crackle as flames return.
Stacking two logs across each other on the fireplace grate, warmth returns to the room as the flames become steady again. He sits there, in the flickering light wondering if what he just witnessed was a ghost, or was he simply sleepwalking and tending to things while dreaming.
“Either way it’s cool.” He grins as he quietly brushes his hands together to remove sawdust.
He recalls the last words Josephine said before she left. Be sharp and on your toes, do not let your guard down. With this fresh in his mind, he walks over to the large window and looks out at the depth of the snow.
“Good grief that’s a lot of snow.” He whispers to himself as he looks left and right. “I sure hope Nadja has a snow shovel.”
“I have two.” Nadja says in a soft tone.
Startled, Viktor quickly turns around and sees his friend standing near her bedroom door. She yawns and runs her fingers through her hair before smiling at him.
“You okay?” She asks.
“Yeah, I. . .” Viktor is not sure if he should share his experience. “It was time to check the fire and I’m having a hard time falling back to sleep. Did I wake you?”
“No, I don’t think so. I’m a light sleeper so if a snowflake hit my window in just the right way, it would bring me out of a good night’s rest anyhow.” She laughs at how exaggerated her statement is. “How bad is it out there?”
Nadja starts walking his way and Viktor turns the porch light on so they can have a better view. The snow is incredibly deep for its depth covers half way up the picket fence. With the snow sticking to everything, even the top points of the wooden pieces are highlighted and noticeable.
“Wow.” Nadja says just under her breath. “I’ve never seen it this bad. No wonder Carl wanted to bring supplies up.”
“The deepest snow I’ve ever experienced was about mid-calf, but this. . . this is lower chest!” Viktor says with astonishment, complete exaggeration and a loud laugh. “And it’s still coming down!”
“Oh wow is right. By the way, what time is it?” Nadja questions as she turns to look at the clock.
“It’s around three thirty. We should probably get some sleep since we are going to have our work cut out for us tomorrow.” Viktor says as he nods his head toward the window and then turns the porch light off.
“No, I don’t really plan on worrying about it too much. Who would we be clearing a path for?” Nadja laughs.
After taking a moment to think that through, Viktor grins.
“You do have a point there.” He says in the tone of a snobbish professor.
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