Well, Cinnamon is back this morning. And it seems he's made a new friend. And I'm going to have to burn my favorite sweatshirt now.
Day 9
I've reached the point where now it's more about what curiosities I'll discover in the morning instead of if there will be any. Cinnamon greets me inside the front door, all cheery and smiling. "Happy St. Nicholas Day!" he yells, with his usual high-pitched dentist drill of a voice.
"St. Nicholas Day?" I ask, rubbing the sleep out of my face.
"Yeah, you know, treats in the shoes, that whole thing! December 6th! That's today!"
His description triggers a vague childhood memory. "So you're saying St. Nicholas came here last night?"
He laughs indulgently. "Of course not. He tried, but I kept the place locked down -- sanctuary and all, you know. It wouldn't be safe to let just anyone in here. I took care of business myself instead."
I see my shoes beside the front door. "Pizza?" I ask. "That's my treat?"
"You like pizza, right? Everyone does!"
I lean in for a closer look at the other shoe. "And...a vitamin?"
"Yeah!" he says, enthusiastically. "Because, health!"
I walk away, shaking my head and mentally adding shoe-shopping to my To Do List for the day.
Day 10
I managed to get the Christmas tree up today. Cinnamon's reaction was not at all what I expected. "It's happening too soon," I overheard him say, as if thinking aloud. "I'm not ready yet." I thought, "HA! Join the club, you little monster. Nobody's ready for Christmas yet. I haven't even started shopping."
By the time darkness settled in, he had checked the lock on each door at least twice, then began standing vigil at the patio door. "It's only a matter of time until they find me," he whispered, seemingly oblivious that I was even in the room....
Day 11
It seems Movie Night was going on while I was sleeping. I was much more comfortable with the idea of Cinnamon being potentially influenced by holiday cartoons from the 1960s.
For some reason this reminded me of my first fight with Tyler....
Day 12
I found Cinnamon staring at the wall. Before I could even ask, he said, "I just wanted to watch something burn."
I found Cinnamon in the kitchen when I got home. "I wrote you a poem today," he said. "I hope you like it."
I'm sleeping with the bedroom door locked tonight.
Day 14
I came home to the sound of maniacal laughter echoing from the office. Cinnamon was sitting beside my desktop, looking a little too self-satisfied.
"What did you do?" I asked, my mind scrolling through too many bad possibilities.
He laughed some more, then suddenly went stoic. "I learned today that you've been posting pictures of me all over the Internet. Since I have made my needs for sanctuary abundantly clear, I was greatly displeased by this and decided you needed to be taught a lesson. Therefore, certain contacts found in your address book have experienced, shall we say, 'slight technical difficulties' today."
"Okay, whatever, enough with the vague sanctuary talk," I replied. "Just cut to the chase. Why do you need sanctuary? Who or what are you hiding from?"
He sighed. "If I tell you, you won't ever be able to go back to a time when you didn't know. And you might end up regretting that."
I left the room, refusing to take the bait. I can only hope this nonsense will resolve itself by Christmas.
Will the madness ever end??? Tune in next week! Same elf-time, same elf-blog....
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