All had been calm for three hours. Not a peep was heard from the sleeping toddler upstairs in the white bedroom.
At least, that’s what my babysitter told my mother many years ago. Mom’s immediate response was a facial expression full of surprise and alarm. If her little Leah had been quiet for three solid hours, something was NOT RIGHT with the world. She rushed past her friend and charged up the stairs to the spare room, where I was supposedly napping.
(Three hours earlier)
Mom was making me stay at her friend’s house for awhile. She had to run errands or work or something–obviously do a great, FUN THING where a young girl was not allowed to join. I GUESS I didn’t mind; surely the place where I was to be temporarily abandoned had toys.
EVERYONE has toys. Those who didn’t….well I figured they must be aliens from another planet. And SURELY my mom wouldn’t leave me alone with aliens…..surely……..
Shortly after my mother delivered me to this person’s house, I was stuck in a bright, white room and expected to sleep. I lied on the bed for AT LEAST four million years (aka 20 min. in real time), and decided it was boring. Naps are stupid. I figured I had better look for the toys. I sat up and peered at my surroundings.
Where were the toys?
I saw pillows….blankets…a dresser…white carpet….THERE WAS NOTHING FUN IN THIS ROOM.
What an upsetting revelation!! My mother LEFT ME WITH ALIENS!!!!! I arose from the bed and began to wander around the room, contemplating how they might experiment on me; for a fleeting moment, I thought about crying, but then…
What I found in the drawers in front of a mirror was FAR better than toys. A smile began to form on my face….
It slowly spread wider…
…and wider still!
The grin could hardly contain my excitement!!!
Displayed in front of me in all their glory were tubes of lovely, red paint!! It smelled sort of funny, and it didn’t taste quite like paint, but it worked JUST the same!! (In case you don’t realize it, this was not paint, but lipstick.)
I set about my task. Surely, I would receive many pats on the head and marvelous compliments from my overseers/prison-guard aliens. Then, after they saw the beauty of my artwork, they may decide that my brain was far too precious to scramble. Plus, they would HAVE to show me where all the toys were!
I would get to play WITH THEM ALL!!!! I would be the PRINCESS OF ALL TOYS!! Or even better—QUEEN!!!! My rule of the alien-toy kingdom would be written in the history books as the greatest that ever was!!!
I slowly unsheathed the smooth, red “paint”.
Then, I began with the dresser, and moved swiftly to the carpet. The bedspread and walls were splashed with the deep hue shortly after. I had no cares that I was also becoming covered in the cherry-colored mess. This was hard work, and I was going to do a DAMN fine job!!!!
(Three hours later)
My mother opened the door, with the homeowners close behind her. I smiled up with all the glee I could muster…I was ready for my crown, for my toy-subjects, and for all my praise!
My memory gets fuzzy at that point, but I am told that I was never left to be babysat by that couple again….ever.
Apparently, aliens don’t know what ART is.
8 thoughts on “Art & Aliens”
I loved reading this. Made me laugh. You are turning into an excellent writer. Bravo!!
Well thank you very, very much!!!! :D
The way you wrote from a child’s perspective is fantastic. I get the distinct feeling you still think and feel this was though!!
LOL Thank you!! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Your feelings COULD be correct. ;)
Hahahaha oh my gosh you were certainly a little hellion, weren’t you? I recall my sister in law sending me a photo of a big hand splosh of purple paint that my little niece had adorned their laundry room with. Kids are so funny– but yeah, I mean, it’s all about the art not destruction, right? Maybe we adults are the ones in the wrong… hmmm….
Exactly!! A hellion…or an ARTIST!? Hmmmmmmm….
Am artist in the making.