After Midnight, Scrabble Goes Rogue
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Soon, I'm on fire anagraming! I start to feel like a born again brainiac, a serious Scrabble avenger, Stephen Hawking in stilettos---until bedtime that is. Then, sleep becomes a landmine.
I stop dreaming about my father snipping pink peonies in his garden, and my daughter and I baking peanut butter cookies. No, I start dreaming I am in the final game of the big, big match.
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I escape to the ladies room letting my clock run, and as I wash my hands, a giant Scrabble title with the letter Z embossed on it corners me. "Can I borrow a tampon?" she asks, the bottom line of the Z opening like a mouth.
Scrabble tiles can talk??!!.
They get periods??!
They say stupid things like "borrow a tampon??
I awake, heart racing, to my cat licking the crook of my arm.
You really should never end an evening of Scrabble study dozing off to Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory with Johnny Depp prancing around in extreme Kabuki makeup. The combination of these activities does all sorts of things to your head!
Good night ;-)
Copyright Wanda Fleming, 2011