I think my Lady of the Stairs was entertaining last night. For a while I lay in bed listening to her tread the terracotta carpet, floorboards beneath emitting the sounds of footsteps. At one point I thought she might have been standing outside my bedroom door. For what reason I have no idea but a sighing sound was one picked up by my ever so sharp ears. If I feel there is a presence within my vicinity I become totally alert. It is hard to feel sleep is needed when I feel needed elsewhere.
Fascinated by my Lady's activity I decided to confront my thoughts. The landing was of course empty. Just a distant and gentle tap sounded from the bottom of the stairs as I stood looking towards the mirror with a thousand faces. My frame of mind beckoned me with bravery to reach out and ask for communication. I slowly began my descent of the staircase, nine steps away from the gilt framed mirror. Another gentle sigh followed by what sounded like fingers being tapped against hollow wood. And then it happened; the sound of rushing footsteps and a blast of cold air brushing past me as I balanced myself against the banister. My eyes had seen nothing yet my mind had known another soul as our energies met, creating another reason for me to love this house.