Thursday, June 3, 2010

A Room Fit For A Pixie...

Once upon a time, there was a very lonely room...





It was a basement room where travelers once stayed, but after the travelers left to find a home of their own, the room sighed with loneliness and longing.


"I'll fix you!" I exclaimed. "You will be fit for even the pickiest of guests! Even a Pixie!"


The room frowned, doubtful of my abilities to breathe life back into his lonely walls - his bare, dented being.


I just shook my head, using the room's doubt to fuel my ambitions.


All day I worked, lathering the walls, scrubbing the floor. Soon, soft surfaces began to appear within his bare heart: fabrics, curtains, and plush pillows for warmth.


I saw the room grin, though he did not mean for me to see it. He did not want me to know that I was right - I could fix it!


When the work was done I stood back with a sigh, admiring the beauty of the rooms new heart.







 ♥

The room caved in. "Thank you," he breathed happily, a glint of a giggle in the voice.


I nodded with satisfaction. It was indeed a room fit for the pickiest of Pixie's...


My mother.

1 comment:

Keary Taylor said...

Wow, it looks great! Awesome job!

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