Winter. The feeling of cold never expires. I tried to remember how long it had been that the fireplace burned and we gathered around to listen to the talks of the flames licking the wood.
The wood seems to answer depending on the type of tree that was fallen and cut into pieces by the entire family during Spring and Summer. During those short periods of the year we went outside, foraged, felt alive and bathed in the stream. I couldn't help shivering and pulled the heavy skin closer around me and my beloved one who hibernated through the biggest part of winter with his head resting between my breasts. It calms me, he once said and he calmed me.
We no longer read books. Most are burned and it makes us sad but we had to survive. The one about trigonometry was the first because Rodgers said no one needs to measure or calculate anything again. They say women are the strong race. It's what they said for at least a few hundred years but most women died and among all the men in this underground cave there are only 3 alive. It makes me wonder why we stay here. What's the need to survive if there is no new life? The world outside is a sea of ice with mountains no one will climb or ever slide off. We are back to where humankind was 500,000 years ago. We hibernate underneath the bears.
Once in a while, I wake up after I dream of green. Grass, flowers, broccoli and mushrooms foid I long for but only taste if Rodgers...What I find I save for my love, the man who keeps me warm. Since we hibernate he became taller and stronger, we all did. The fastening seems to influence the renewing of our cells. An odd thought pops into my mind: Will we live forever, get older and live longer?
I didn't tell you I hid a few books. Call me sentimental but I can't burn them all. There's no power, no light inside, not even a candle to read the words written a long time ago but I know them by head. I keep my eyes pressed closed and it's as if the little twinkles are the street lights of my childhood. I smile and I know he does too since our souls are one.
I am not sure how long I slept but unlike the men, my hibernating is shorter. I feel the urge to leave and have a look at the season. I heard a voice calling. Here, there's no need to be afraid. As long as hibernating continues there are no enemies. My hand reaches for the garden spade and I slide out of bed. Let's see if nature is awake. I pass by Rodgers, his snoring is getting weaker. He's not like us and growing older.
All I have to do is follow the call and my nose. The air is cold but Baldr waits and it's good to see he survived.
Lonely?
We speak without words and watch the sun rise but it's still too cold to start living. He follows me inside where we continue our state of sleep or as we used to call it our winter rest. My love finds me in his deep sleep and I hold him while a paw like. a bag of cotton balls rests on me. Once it is spring we live again.
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Date: 8-12-2024
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