April 12th, 2004~
(technically the 13th, but eh)
Amalthea grumped her way over my pillow. "Can't sleep," she frumped, hopping up onto my forehead and aiming an ill-placed kick at my nose. It missed.
"Hey now." I reached for her and managed to get her into my palm before sitting up in bed, and switching on the light. "What's going on?"
"Can't sleep," she insisted, flitting an inch into the air and kicking her feet at me. "All the magic is tickly tickly tickly. And it's hot." Her face did look a little flushed, and I frowned. I liked a good cozy bed... but she obviously didn't. I'd put her to bed on my nightstand, in a nest of softest tissues, but here she was, awake as could be and taking me with her. "Fix it. Please," she added, as I opened my mouth.
"Alrighty..." I got out of bed and went into the kitchen, yawning, with Amal darting around in front of me, flitting from side to side like a nervous hummingbird.
"Doesn't tickle so bad when I flitflitflit," she explained, then sighed happily as I opened the freezer and the cold air came out. "Feels good, I go in there..."
"NO! Um, no you can't!" I closed the door quickly before she could zip inside, and she turned around and frowned at me.
"Why NOT?" This time, she actually did kick my nose. It didn't hurt or anything, but...
"Because," I said patiently, rolling my eyes, "there's no air in there. You'll suffocate. And don't kick me."
"... oh," she said, then eyed the door skeptically. "Are you SURE?"
"I'm not going to let you test it. If you run out of air, you DIE."
"Are you su-"
"YES."
"... you don't have to get all hissy about it," she grumbled, and sat on my head.
"Sorry. It's late and I'm tired." I apologized. "I'll make you a bed that you might like better... want to pick out a cup?"
"Ooh, cup." She stood up on my head as I opened the cabinet door, then she lightly hopped from my head to the wooden shelf. I watched her prowl among the cups, most of them taller than she was. "This one," she decided, finally, tapping the side of a fancy teacup, one that was smaller sized out of elegance and made of bone china with blue swirls on the side.
"Like the good stuff, huh?" I said as I reached in for the cup. She hopped into it as I picked it up.
"It's pretty, and it makes a nice sound when I touch it." She ran her hand along the edge of the cup, listnening to the soft chiming sound that really good china or fine crystal makes when touched gently. "My colors, too."
"Okay, this will be your bed," I said. I opened the freezer - to Amal's delight - and got some ice out. She hopped out of the cup for a moment so I could put the ice in, then snuggled down among the cubes with a sigh of pure bliss.
"It doesn't tickle so bad in here, not at all... and it's so niiice..." she said happily, nestling in and hanging her arms over the sides. "I can sleep in this..."
"Glad to hear it," I yawned, and carried the cup back to my bed, where I put it back on the nightstand. "Want a tissue blanket?"
"Nawww... this is good," Amalthea said with a tiny yawn. I could see her eyelids drooping, and my own eyes desperately wanted to follow suit.
"Good, good... good night, Amalthea. Sweet dreams, don't let the bedbugs bite."
"Bugs?! Where?"
"... it's just a saying. Good night, Amal."
"G'night, Sosihyooman."
*click*