Elves

I was thinking, last night, that now would be a good time for a large work detail of tiny elves to arrive. With their tiny scrub buckets and brushes. Just think how quickly a couple hundred of them could clean the carpet. I peered over the edge of the bed to check. Just in case, you know. But no elves. It’s too bad. I also imagined what would happen if I’d looked down and found a couple hundred elves hard at work. First thing I’d want to do is feed them. And bring them water. I thought about what I could use to bring them water. Maybe a small Tupperware type of container, low enough to the floor that they could lean over the edge and scoop a thimble’s worth of water out to drink. I imagined what it would look like to them. A large round swimming pool, probably. But I’d assure them it was fresh, clean water. I came up short on what to feed them, though. What could I prepare that’s small enough? Well, I’m sure one or two of the elves would be willing to accompany me to the kitchen to offer useful advice.

And then, I must have fallen asleep. When I awoke, it was clear that no elves had arrived in the night.

But it kind of amused me that I had been actually thinking about elves and what to feed them before I dropped off. Truly, I had not consumed anything stronger than a bottle of water before I went to sleep. And I’m pretty sure that I haven’t lost touch with reality. At least not all the way, yet. But it was fun. My imagination hasn’t gone on such flights of fancy in a long time. I liked it.