Last night, my mom scolded (read: screamed at) me for the umpteenth time about how messy my room is. Being as lazy as I am, I wish there was someone (other than my mother!) who could do my work for me.
When I was a kid, I used to love reading the Enid Blyton fairytales. When the children slept all the toys in the nursery came to life and played and held races and stuff. Or even that once you close a book, the characters in it come to life. It’s the kind of thing that you can’t possibly disprove, even though it’s obviously made up! I still love that ‘What if…’ feeling you get when you read fantasy fiction!
Like now, what if… when I’m all tucked up in bed and asleep, the brooms just came to life, just like the toys, and did all the tidying up for me!
For ‘Toy’ at Illustration Friday.