this morning i’m certain there was a gnome with a magnet under my mattress,
and his little friend the troll did some digging at dawn to make sure i had the right pole facing down, down into the softness.
i’m positive a pixie of unconvincing cuteness has alighted in my head and turned all wishes of attentiveness to sparkles and dreamdust,
and with the help of her loyal steed the unicorn, who specializes in clip-clop-clock management, this day has turned to dust with naught but the groceries to show for it.
if it weren’t so dreary outside my window, i might be tempted to slip it open and offer a plate of woodland-creature treats to lure them away.
but as it’s already evening, i think i’ll let them stay, curled up with me in afghans, surrendered to their flighty ways.