#100WCGU – Wk62 – Prompt: …it can’t be that time… – 105 words – “Tropical”
October 17, 2012
A warming breeze blew across the cresting waves. Sand caressed my feet. I strolled carefree along a tropical beach. Not a care in the world came to mind. I was at peace.
My world started shaking.
“It can’t be that time,” I thought.
I heard a sound, “Daddy, I’m hungry. Bubba needs a change.”
The tropical beach lost, I opened my eyes and was greeted by my five year old daughter’s face, “Morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?”
She smiled, “I dreamt I was a princess.”
“Then daddy will get his princess her breakfast and change bubba.”
The tropical beach will be there next time.
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Dang kids. Always interrupting at the most inopportune of times. I was waiting for the blond in the white string bikini to make her appearance. Just 5 more minutes? Princess can practice changing Bubba’s diaper. That’s the problem with kids nowadays. No sense of responsibilty. Princess should be bringing you breakfast in bed!
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Now there is a dream state where princess takes on the responsibility and allows her parents to sleep.
I like the shaking world. Is someone crawling onto the bed?
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Some children like to wriggle in between their parents. It can work better than an alarm clock.
Why are dreams always interrupted? Why can’t they wake us up just after a good dream has finished?
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It can seem little children seem to know the best time to disturb their parents.
Love it, a great way to start the day. x
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Despite the disturbance, children can enrich our lives even if they sometimes wake us from a pleasant dream.
What a lovely picture you paint here, both the dream and the reality. Sweet life!
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At least dreams can have a PAUSE button even if real life can’t.