Bed Time
“Meow. Me-ow!” Dobby calls. “Yes Dobby. What is it Kitty?” Writer Lady asks. “Time for bed.” Dobby says. “No it's not.” “Yes it is.” “No. It's not.” Writer Lady argues. “ Yes it is! Yeow! Now! Let's go.” Dobby orders. “ I'm the human, I'm the grown-up, I'm the mama and you can't make me.” Writer Lady says sticking her tongue out. “ Yes I can.” Dobby says. “ No you can't. I haven't written the new post for the blog yet.” “ Okay fine.” Dobby says pacing across the floor in High Command. “Just get your work done it's time to sleep.” “ It's writing kitty. Creative writing . I can't just crank it out. This isn't fast food. I need to be in a comfortable space. There needs to be positive energy. You are not being positive. I can smell your breath from here. Go use some mouthwash. Please .” Dobby leaves the room. He waits twenty minutes and peeks into the room to see what's g