Cabinet full of…
Posted on | April 20, 2010 | Comments Off
It was a cabinet full of what, she wondered? She imagined it contained something wonderful. The wood spoke to her, its age and craftsmanship apparent as well as its beauty. She had taken a stroll through her mental memory banks to visit it once again…
She imagined herself opening the doors and a burst of light and air came forth and pushed her back to the floor and onto her bottom. As she regained her composure and swatted the dust from her face, she blinked her eyes a few times as she saw what could only be a medication induced hallucination. Her dear friend, the Art Teacher, was getting out of the cupboard. This was only unusual because she was the one who usually did the travelling in this manner, so she was surprised, and pleasantly so, she might add, to see her Artist friend show up like this.
“I’ve brought you another hat” the Art Teacher said.
“Why thank you! You know I adore your hats!” she said.
“Ah, but this is a special hat, this hat will make your monsters hide and leave you be so you can go to sleep easy ” the Art Teacher said.
And she took the hat and cradled it in her hands as if it was made of the finest yarns on the planet. (It must have been if it could put her monsters into submission for the night.) She looked at the hat closely to find it was the most wonderfully weird crocheted stocking cap and she adored it already. It must have taken hours to make, and she would consider it priceless.
“Thank you so very much, you have no idea how much you have done for me already” she said.
“I must go now, back to my lesson plans, but you let me know how it works tonight” said the Art Teacher and she climbed back into the cupboard and with a crash the doors slammed shut and she was gone.
She stood for a moment with the hat in her hand, her converse sneakers still covered in dust. She brushed herself off a bit and began to walk away from the cabinet. She turned around and looked back thinking how absolutely wonderfully cool it was to have her dear friend show up in that fashion. She was just the best. And with such a precious gift.
She walked along brushing more bits of dust and debris from her outfit after having placed her hat in her purse when she came upon a bouquet of flowers. They were hanging upside down from mid air and looked as though they belonged to a bride. Hmmm…funny. Those are exactly the flowers I would have chosen if I were to marry again. The green hydrangea, white roses and little blue something or others were just lovely…a few peonies would make it perfection. But what was it doing just hanging from mid air?
She ever so carefully touched the flowers when a voice very quietly said “please don’t touch me” and she jumped back dropping her purse and grabbing her chest. She’d seen some pretty weird things before, but talking flowers kind of took the cake. Speaking of which, she wondered if there was a wedding cake anywhere because she was hungry…
She scratched at a splinter that was now lodged in her finger as she walked on saying goodbye to the flowers. They were beautiful. Maybe some day it would be her turn. Odd place this was turning out to be. She just wanted to get home and try out her new hat. She was getting frustrated with the walk and not sure when the hallway would end when she got the idea of clicking her converse. Nope. That didn’t work. So she closed her eyes nice and tight and wished herself back into her room with her nice iron bed and her white fluffy down comforter.
The next thing she knew she was not only in her room, but in her bed, her new sleeping hat upon her head ready to fight the monsters. Okay, so she looked like she belonged in a Christmas Story, but she didn’t care. The monsters weren’t going to get her tonight. And as she drifted off to sleep…she mumbled “thank you D”…
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