Category: Recycled Dialogue
Journal: Earth Mother
Date: 7-26-12
Date: 7-26-12
The Bedtime Uprising:
Initiation into the Age of Reason
by Felina Lune Kavi
“You guys just woke me up.” Alyrica said from the crack of her
bedroom door.
I paused the movie and went into
the hallway. When I opened her
door, she was standing there, subtly showing me what sleepy should look
like.
“How did we wake you up?” I asked, observing the Shel Silverstein
book on her bed behind her, curiously bookmarked with a marker pen that hadn’t
been there when I read her a bedtime poem an hour before.
“Well,
what are you guys doing anyway?”
She asked.
“We
were watching a movie. Was it too
loud?”
“Yeah.” She agreed with the first excuse I
presented her.
“Was
Zen in here with you?”
“Well,
she was when I just opened the door.”
“Was
she the one reading this book then?”
I said as I picked up the book from her bed.
Even
in the soft nightlights I could see my daughter’s eyes glimmer with mischief
followed by an impish grin that was poised to agree with an even more
delightful excuse.
Before
she could reply with a crafty tale of cat shenanigans, I went on. “Or was it you who was reading this
book in bed?”
She’d
been found out, and she knew it.
The impish grin went sheepish. “It was me.” She admitted, “and I just put a marker in there so I
wouldn’t lose my place.”
“So
you weren’t actually sleeping were you?”
I said, forever now being the mother and bringing it all back to a
lesson.
“No.” She smiled again.
“So
it wasn’t actually us who woke you up, right?”
“Right.” She said, understanding where I was
going with this. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s
okay. Get back in bed, please.”
She
hopped into her bed and wiggled under the covers. I snuggled up to her and kissed her forehead.
She
sang, softly and sweetly, a song of her own creation…singing herself a
goodnight with visions of our solar system dancing above her head…and in the
center, the mother, our Sun.
