The cat’s eyes opened, awoken by a breeze. She sat up and stared through slightly blurred vision out into the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Boy?” she said, noticing a figure sitting on the ledge of the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“What’s up, why aren’t you sleeping?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tsuru shrugged his shoulders and without turning around replied in a quiet voice:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I can’t sleep cat, the dreams keep coming back and so I wake up crying.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cat picked herself up and padded over to the window ledge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Boy…” she said softly, “You can usually sleep the sleep of a newborn, what is it that is troubling you?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tsuru turned and looked toward the cat, his eyes large and blue but elsewhere and said:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I’m homesick cat, here much longer than I realised I would be… Time is a funny old thing it seems. It’s far down here too, things are I mean; sometimes the distance between 2 things seems so much I could scream… And the play of it all, the twist and turn…”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cat hopped up onto the ledge with Tsuru and nuzzled into his feathers, sat back against the frame and looked at him with a slight smile but open eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I know\u2026” she sighed, \u201cBut what shall we do, there are no exits here and you know as well as I the rules of such things; if one is in then all are in until…” she stopped and looked down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Cat?” asked Tsuru.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“You are right,” she said, now looking out the window, “It’s long down here and I too will wake with tears in my eyes if I sleep tonight.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She turned and looked at the boy, a long and wanton look.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“We aren’t ever leaving, are we boy\u2026” she whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Never.” said Tsuru, “How would one get out of one’s self when simply being one’s self is enough to never let us go?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“True…” said the cat, “But we have love boy and we have grace… Perhaps there is nothing else.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Bastet…” said Tsuru, “I think we should go to sleep, take human form and stay asleep this time. It will be like a game within this game, we should be in love like the stories of man describe.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“With children??” asked Bastet, pricking up her ears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“With children.” replied the crane, “With warm skin and kisses to wake up to each morning, with no more tears and quiet majicks.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bastet nuzzled into Tsuru’s feathers again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I think that is what I have wanted all along.” she said, “I don’t feel now I should want for anything more.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Me too girl.” replied the boy, “I think it’s why I have been waking with tears, I have been crying for our children, for pieces of home.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cat and the crane sat in the window and looked out into the night, across the old city and toward the moon hanging in the great western sky\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The moon looked down on them, smiling as always.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Hush now, hush now.” whispered the stars, “Sleep our children and dream a life for yourselves, home will find you in time.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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