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Beyond the Counterpane

by  Ellenna

Posted: Saturday, June 28, 2003
Word Count: 103
Summary: childhood memories...when such things as counterpanes existed :)and beds were cold!




There were unseen hands under my bed. When I eventually unfurled under the sheet the eiderdown slipped off me like a penguin into the icy sea. So unwelcoming until the hot water bottle created a warm patch ready for me to move into. I reached as if with tentacles to where the blankets tucked me in and stopped me falling into the chasm but I quickly withdrew to the oasis I had created It was dark and unknown out there and I had to make friends with my bed. It was the only ally against the demons that wanted to nip my ankles.