When I woke this morning, I found myself in a very strange position, and upon further reconnaissance, I determined that something impossible, amazing, and, some would say, completely freaky had happened.
Instead of being on my normal side of the bed, within easy reach of my alarm clock, I was on the opposite side, and not quite in the bed at all. I was in the little prince’s co-sleeper. I should have immediately realized the absurdity of the situation then, as I’m slightly too large to fit in his co-sleeper, but it was early, and I was tired, and I hadn’t had my coffee yet. As it turned out, I wasn’t going to be getting coffee at all today.
As I tried to roll over and silence the annoying bleat of the alarm, I became frustrated when I learned that I did not have full control of my limbs. Again, in hind sight this should have been a major clue as to what had happened, but, again, in my defense, I was tired, it was early, and there had been no coffee. I know we have already covered that, but I thought it bore repeating.
I opened my mouth to ask the queen to please turn the alarm off since I seemed to lack the basic coordination and control to do so, and all that came out was, “gabble snarf.” I found this odd, but not entirely unprecedented. So, with much effort, I turned my head and struggled to force my body to contort so I could look across the bed. That’s when I noticed that my body was exactly where it should have been. Understanding slowly began to creep into my brain.
I gazed down and confirmed the truth of it. I had switched bodies with the little prince. I again opened my mouth, not sure what I was going to say, but figuring that the first curse words out of the prince’s mouth might as well come from me. However, before I could utter a single four letter word, and I had some choice ones lined up, I was distracted by my cute little toes. I grasped them with my tiny hands and shoved them into my mouth.
The noises I uttered then were involuntary, “pfft. heehee.”
I have to say, though, it was bliss.