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 going on. Writer Lady is sashaying around the room in her robe singing into a hairbrush and dancing to “Girl on Fire” by Alicia Keys. TP is running the laser show.

“So...Mom. How's it going?” Dobby asks.

The lights come up and Writer Lady is sitting back in the Big Writing Chair.

“Just fine Sweet Pea.” Writer Lady answers typing away. “I'm almost done.”

“You know Mom, you might get more done if you didn't dance around so much.”

“Probably, it's good exercise though.”

“It's not time to exercise. It's time to sleep. I know your schedule.”

“How can staying up be a bad thing? I'm having so much fun.”

“Just wait.” Dobby says, curling up on the floor and settling himself in for a long wait.

Writer Lady writes and dances. Dances and writes. She sings badly. So very badly.

Just as Dobby's internal alarm is about to drive him completely crazy Writer Lady says, “Okay Kitty. That's it. I'm done.”

“Would you just look at that clock? It's ten-thirty! I just don't know what I'm going to do with you. Get ready for bed. Never mind. TP will fix this."

“Silly cat.” TP's giggling is heard in the back ground. Writer Lady is suddenly in her nightgown, teeth brushed, flossed, and ready for bed. She climbs into bed and makes herself comfortable as she picks up a book. Dobby waits a moment and curls up in the crook of her right arm.

“Okay now where were we?” Dobby asks.

Writer Lady starts reading aloud.