Starry Morn

I like to wake up to a dark room. I don’t know why, but I really don’t care for the sun glaring at me when I’m still sleeping. So at night we pull the window blinds and I sleep peacefully until a child wakes me up (I’m lucky like that). By the way, we don’t use venetian blinds, which is an important fact with regard to the story I’m going to tell.

This morning I woke up to little red flashes. I couldn’t figure it out. They were all over the far wall and jumping across my face. What the…? I look around and see that someone has poked holes in one of the blinds and sunlight was coming through just enough to bounce of a decoration made from red tinfoil (long story). Some of the tinfoil was moving because of the breeze from the fan. Voila! There’s our culprit.

Of course, the culprit (Mags) was quite thrilled with the little red dots jumping around on the wall. She has no guilt for what she did and, I’m pretty sure, she’s planning to do it to the other blind if she can get her hands on it. She said she wants it like that in her room and, honestly, I wish she’d done it in her room. Sadly, for me, her favorite room is my room and, so, my blinds got the fun makeover.