Dinner delay

 White spots on the dining table. Light through the patterned black doors of the oven. Timer sound.
Three plates on the table. 

"Kids .. time for dinner.". I call out. 

Niya walks up with a beaming smile to the table in her navy blue long sleeves and jeans. 
"Where is Kittu?" I ask her. 
"I don't know. I thought he was downstairs"

"Must be sleeping.. " I said to myself, crossed the wooden flooring on to the white carpeted steps calling .. "Kittoo.. ".  Varied inundations. Multiple calls. From the staircase landing to Niya's room. Look around the room. Back through the landing section.  Then I walk through the master bedroom .. "Kittoo.. ", then to the office room. Monitors, office chair, speakers. Then to Divya's office room.. white table, chair, periodic table, globe. 

Hurried steps downstairs. Carpeted landing to wooden flooring to carpeted guest room.  Cozy looking grey sheets. Walk back to kitchen. "Niya, I can't find Kittu.."

Go back upstairs.  Niya's room. Moved sheets around. Checked bathroom. Checked laundry section. Black washing machine, black dryer, clothes on the floor, linen scraps in the dust bin. Whizzing through the carpet. Master bedroom - pull sheets away, other side of the bed, mess on the floor.  Master bathroom - empty tub, shower room,  hair circles in the corner. Bathroom closet - claustrophobic. 

Rush downstairs. Lens on the front door. Opened and walked into the road. No slippers. Green lilly plants. Solar street light against the black sky. Walk to the corner. Wooden fences of our and neighboring houses, black empty road, deep green canopies on the right, postbox and leafless trees on the left. 

Front door half open. I walk into the house to the kitchen."Niya.. Kittu is not upstairs."  An "I don't know look..".Walk to the sofa.  Khakhee throw curled on the sofa.  Kittu in deep sleep in his red fleece, curled up in the cold, twined in the throw.  Turned on the light in the living area. Line marks on his face as he stretches and yawns.