“Well do something about it! I want you in bed in thirty minuets young lady, no excuses!” and with that, my grouchy mother trotted out of the room.
5, 10, 15, 20… the minutes ticked by. My mind was drawing a blank, no solution was coming to me, oh what to do, it was like I had writer’s block of the severest degree.. Shovels would take to long, I don’t have the money or time to buy a replacement bed, and a bulldozer would take out the entire before even trying for my bed so that’s definitely out of the question. I could claim another bed in the house… but no, I must have my incredibly relaxing, comfortable queen size bed.
Suddenly, I flew from the house, struck by an idea. I returned five minutes laterand lead a pack of my neighbor’s dogs to the backyard. German shepherds, golden retrievers, black labs, poodles, and Jack Russell terriers all stood in a straight line awaiting my directions as if they were soldiers standing at attention.
“Dig poochies! Dig like your entire dog biscuit eating future depends on it,” I commanded, pointing to where my bed lay, out of sight.
With barks of delight, they feasted upon the task, paws moving at the speed of light, and dirt flying in my face as they barked with unchecked joy at the opportunity to dig through rose gardens and not be reprimanded. Within what seemed to be only moments, their enthusiasm finished the task.
My bed was now bathed in moonlight, back at the surface where it belonged, although the legs were still stuck in the fertile soil of my mother’s prize winning flower garden. Tulips of all hues, bright cardinal red roses, and a long lost pair of gardening gloves decorated the top, somehow making it look as breathtaking as when I had first rested my gaze upon it, despite the dirt that made the once-turquoise duvet a filthy brown. A satisfied sigh escaped my lips, somehow letting my canine minions know their work was done, that they could leave even though I was not consciously present.
“Sugar, you better be asleep in five…” my mother’s dangerously sweet voice spilled out of the house, jolting me from my stupor. I frantically brushed dirt off the covers, “four…” I didn’t think I can get the bed to my room in time “three..” pushing, shoving, tugging, and pulling, nothing can move it “two…” my legs propelled my body into the bed with haste “one.” my head hit the pillow and sleep claimed me immediately as my mom's voice died out. Of course, my dream starts with getting pneumonia after sleeping outside in the rain!