Clorinda opened the closet door very, very carefully, ready to jump back into bed at even the slightest sound.
Opened just a crack, the dark insides of the closet were silent and ominous as only midnight stillness can be felt.
Nightmares had troubled Clori’s dreams with bounding red elephants with floppy grey ears.
Nimble for their ungainly size, they also seemed just plain silly and didn’t match a good scary nightmare!
Edging the door open just a teeny tiny bit more, the hinges squeaked and made Clori jump, her untidy blonde pigtails flipping and bobbing.
Cottony Pooh Bears on her long nightgown swung dangerously from their perches in the clouds.
Trusting her instincts, Clorinda pulled the door open wide so the light from the full moon shining into her bedroom spilled it’s rays deep into her closet.
Imagination and reality came together when she followed the moonlit path into the deepest corner.
Ophelia, her beautiful red silken elephant that her grandmother brought her from Thailand, lay discarded on it’s side where Ophelia had been unceremoniously thrown in a temper tantrum.Now Clorinda climbed back under her covers, and with beautiful Ophelia tucked under her arm, scary nightmares wouldn’t scare her, and her parents wouldn’t even know she had gotten out of bed.
“When a Child Loves You for a Long, Long Time, Not Just to
Play With, but REALLY Loves You, Then You Become Real.”
~ Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit
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