Diary of a Plague Doctor: Chapter 8
This morning, apart from the day before, started out rather nicely. Surprisingly, I had received a full night’s rest, free from nightmares and restlessness. I lay there in bed, still half asleep, watching the sun’s ray’s shine through the window warming my skin as they touched my face. Temporality blinded by the light, I looked around the room waiting for the glaze to lift, thankful to be in such good health and spirits this morning. Knowing I should be getting up and starting the day, I selfishly shut my eyes and lingered in bed longer. That was until my ears picked up the sound of movement across my bedroom floor. I opened my eyes and lifted my head in an attempt to spot who or what had caused the commotion.
Immediately, my eyes locked on to the small, furry pest scampering across my floor. Upon seeing this I instantly jumped up from my bed, grabbing my cane as I rose, to try and shew it out the door. As I chased the rat it seemed to anticipate my every swing,