Immediately after noticing all of this, I pulled my head back under the thick woolen blankets and multi-layered sheets - it was freezing. I had always hated the cold, always opting for warmer Summer’s weather, but now I was trapped it it.
However, in my time so far at Jacey and Matt’s, I had learned a trick or two. Sleepily, I pulled my clothes under the covers and got changed (which takes more skill then you might think, try getting tight leather leggings on sitting down). Still, actually removing myself from the beg was freezing.
Jacey had set out a mug of steamy tea (it had a strange colour and taste which lead me to the suspicion that they made it with pine needles here) along with a bowl of porridge which had been topped in cloudberries which were in the shape of a smiling face. I wasn’t five for God’s sake. Despite my annoyance, however, food is food so I wolfed it down eagerly but I did make a point of removing the cloudberries and leaving them on the side.
When I had first come to leave with Mat and Jacey, I had done everything I could to get out of morning chores. Now, however, I had come to almost like them. It was quite calming in the morning to take all of the dirty tin bowls and mugs down to the spring to wash in the water there. Then, I had to make my bed and sweep the floor of the room before making sure all of the shutters were open (wasn’t it cold enough already?).
Normally, I hurried about these tasks but today I needed time to think. I needed to think about what had happened last night. About how Matt had been there for me and Mum hadn’t. Wasn’t your mum meant to be your greatest protector? Why wasn’t my mum like that? I watched the grains of porridge from the bowls drifting off down the lake where little tiny fish came along to nibble them. The fish here were nothing like out of the movies. They weren’t colourful, or big. All they were was little moving lines that dashed through the waters in groups and were a dull green-grey colour. Overall, not very exciting but they could still be fascinating to watch if they were being attacked by a bird or a larger fish. They would start to duck and dodge. Invisible singles would be sent through the group and, like magic, half would go one way and half would go the other just for them to loop back around and come back together. I hated to admit it, but it was sort of beautiful.
My hands were so cold after the washing that I held them in front of the fire at the ranger station for a solid 10 minutes before even considering moving. Warming your hands up on a fire is a funny business. First they’re too cold, and then they got too hot. However, the backs of your hands are still absolutely freezing while the fronts are boiling so you have to hold your hands at odd angles just to try and warm the hole hand up.
I sighed, every little thing just has to be difficult.
Hello! No promises about a post tomorrow because I have an exam tomorrow so I’ll be revising really hard tomorrow evening. I have another writing project in mind which will be twice weekly so I think that this will be my last Mistfall one.