Maintaining eye contact with the book, Hazel decides how to reach the now concrete colored book. She figures it's caught so it may as well be identifiable.
"You had to steal yourself all the way up there?" Hazel talks directly to the book.
Tripping over Amelia as she has her nose to the ground sniffing, her canine is on the job as well. Hazel's tickled that Amelia is as interested in procuring the book as she is. Looking around in search of a ladder, Hazel realizes that the wooden staircase is missing.
"I'm not giving up that easy." This time talking to Amelia.
Amelia wags her tail then returns to sniffing about spending most of her time over by the door.
Though it's not ideal, Hazel realizes that her dad's chair is the only object that will get her closer to the book.
"Don't you move!" Her eyes trained on the book, voice clear and a bit stern.
Rolling the heavy chair to the bookcase, she attempts to get it as close to the polished shelving as she can. Pushing against the case, she checks to see if the rolling chair is stable. Satisfied, Hazel climbs back into the chair. This time, she stands extending herself as much as possible. She's about 18 inches from her goal.
Stepping onto the shiny wooden arm, the chair swivels. With a thud, Hazel finds herself on the floor. Amelia trots over to check, licking Hazel.
"I'm fine girl. Thank you though." Hazel wipes her face with the back of her hand all the while her eyes not leaving the book.
Rubbing her stinging hip, she thinks she's noticing the book moving ever so slightly.
"Oh no you don't!" Hazel climbs back up on the chair and then continues with her momentum climbing the shorter bookcase next to the ceiling height case the book is nesting in.
Quickly, she moves until she's got one foot on the short bookcase and another on a shelf below the book. With a thrust, she extends and locks onto her target. The book is icy cold. Hazel ignores the pain not letting up on her grasp.
"Ouch! Geez." Hazel now has both feet on the lower bookcase. She jumps onto the chair and then to the floor in almost a single move. Landing, she falls to her knees burning them on the rug.
Dropping the book, she quickly steps on it. Her foot solidly placed over her reward, she feels the chill through her leather soles.
"There. You stay there." Hazel rubs her bright red knees her fingers still stinging from the cold. Her cool fingertips feeling good on her rug burned skin.
Amelia sniffs around the pinned down book and takes off quite intentionally. She's returned to the door sniffing and lightly scratching about.
Hazel decides to investigate the book from the big desk chair. Placing the book under her arm, she shivers. Going straight for the chair that's still hugging the bookcase, Hazel pushes the seat back to its proper place.
She keeps the book within her space as she climbs up into the desk chair. After a balancing act, she's on her sore knees so that she can reach the desk. Placing the book on the leather top. The dark green of the desk pad seems to change the book's color a bit.
Hazel realizes it's attempting an escape. "Nope. You stay here with me. I'll let you go as soon as I'm done. No harm. I'm just really curious!"
She tries to open the book, it's frozen shut. "Geez! No!" Hazel feels deflated.
Amelia begins to whine from the left side of the desk. Hazel looks to her friend. This causes a very wide smile to reflect on Hazel's face.
Amelia has an Art Deco style star in her mouth. She stands on her hind legs to reach Hazel's hand.
Reaching down to grasp the warm star, "Where did you get this?"
Hazel's eyes look to toward the space Amelia has spent much of her time in. The door is missing a carved golden star in the center just above the bottom of the door.
"How'd you do that? Wow… you are amazing Amelia" Hazel sends her an air-kiss not wanting to let go of the book or the star.
Amelia jumps up onto the roomy chair and places her front paws on the desk. Gesturing for Hazel to use the star. Hazels wants to do her part and get it right as Amelia has certainly done hers.
She carefully places the star on the book. The book begins to absorb the star, the light dimming. Hazel quickly grabs the star. It responds by warming quickly. Amelia appears to be shaking her head.
"Yeah. Wasn't such a good idea was it?" Hazel's responding.
She decides to sit back on her heels. Amelia lays down in the chair and snuggles in.
Hazel keeps her frosty right hand on the book while she brings the star to her lap and asks. "Thank you beautiful tool. How am I to use you?"
Using her mind's eye to solve the puzzle, Hazel's firing intuition brings Amelia to a stand.
Opening her eyes, "Amelia! I trace a star."
Amelia's paws return to the desktop. Hazel slowly traces a star on the cold book using the warm star clutched in her small hand. The book turns a golden leather with deep blue stars surrounding its edges. The star in Hazel's hand disappears.
Amelia spies a pulsing light and whimpers to Hazel. Hazel follows her dog's eyes to the door. The light fades, the star transformed into a golden engraving.
"So that's how it's done." She winks and scratches Amelia's back.
Amelia wags her tail and licks Hazel's arm. She circles the chair cushion and lies down for a nap, exhausted. Hazel looks to the shimmering book that's inviting her to open the cover.
Hazel's face glows as she opens the book and begins reading. The moving pictures and simple prose tell a story of one's spirit.
A lion pounces about as the book explains how laughter and play must be maintained throughout a lifetime. Hazel can't help but smile and giggle in return.
The book continues encouraging those that 'see,' a third eye blinks at Hazel, to take on the quest to know thyself. Hazel's third eye responds, her consciousness not quite ready to absorb the wisdom.
Hazel breathes and continues. She sees light beings coming to together and separating in an ebb and flow fashion. The last page reads. "Life is meant to be shared and enjoyed."
Closing the book, Hazel yawns and stretches. She sighs filled with energy, yet very tired. Scooting off the chair, Amelia's right behind her. Taking the book off the desk, Hazel walks to the same bookshelf and returns the book. This time at eye level. The book disappears a pulse of light on the highest shelf indicates its destination. The golden leather fades to its quiet concrete color.
Hazel looks up sending gratitude. The book responds with a shower of glittering light that falls down onto Hazel and Amelia.
For the first time in a long time, she's for a nap. Hazel leaves the library. Passing John, she waves thanks and heads for her bed to dream about what she's just discovered. Amelia trots alongside climbing the stairs in time with her friend.
Happy New Year!
Something new tomorrow. See you then.
Cheers and best,
Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets
Day 61 of 365 Orbit