The Life Of Mum

Chapter 1: The Dilemma

1:20 in the morning. The thoughts of sleep linger somewhere in between insomnia and sleep obstacles. I can’t hear myself think over the sound of the beaver, on the other side of the bed, sawing logs in preparation for some godforsaken dam I missed the memo about. My ass is numb from sitting on it too long in the same position as the minimal territory to accomplish lying down has been invaded by the neighboring axis power, both legs and hands sprawled out, like the uppercase, cursive, calligraphy X. The result of this invasion is my granny panties being transformed into an unwanted thong via a combination of my sitting position and my bed. What was once my best friend has become my bully.

I look across the room at a little princess sleeping so peacefully in her playpen, not a single care in the world. The beaver sawing logs has little effect on her dream state. No threat of invasion crosses her mind as her tiny fort protects her from what lies beyond the walls. The playpen beside her remains empty, minus some clean and neglected laundry, as the occupant of that little territory has wandered off to bigger and better opportunities. Thus, resulting in my predicament.

The little country next door is deserted, except for a vacant toddler bed and land full of tiny people's toys. The brand new street light dimly shines, waiting for it’s President to one day permanently reside there. For the time being, Little Village serves as a vacation spot, a tiny island reserved for the daytime pleasures of it’s owner.

A hop, jump, and skip away, a fortress ,closed off to outsiders, lies unattended, barricaded by four walls and a gate. Inside, comfort and solitude fills the atmosphere. The furnishings placed there bear one purpose: to provide solace to the Queen who has been exiled from her throne for the night by the beaver and conqueror.

I gather only the needed provisions as I prepare for my long voyage to the land of Me, Myself, and I. I look over into the playpen at my heiress sleeping peacefully. My heart aches as I leave her behind, but I know it has to be this way. I open the door to the hidden exit. Behind it, a long tunnel with winding twists and turns awaits in the depths of darkness. I turn around to get one last look at my princess, vowing to return for her when the time is right.

For now, my slumber calls for me in the other direction. A sacrifice has been made in order to restore my energy and sanity so this Queen can live to see another day. Quietly, I close the door behind me as to not awake anyone. I disappear into the night with nothing but what is required for my pilgrimage.

Until tomorrow, this tired Queen is headed somewhere over the rainbow, hopefully to La La Land. Good night and sleep tight.