A Bedtime Story

Once upon a time in a land far far away there lived a lovely young woman named Sandra. Sandra was short. Sandra was tall. Sandra was thin. Sandra was large. Sandra was whatever she wanted to be, whenever she wanted to be. Because of her power, Sandra was able to do anything she wished, and she became very wealthy from being a rock star one day, a doctor the next. Sandra could do anything. Sandra could work. Sandra could play. Sandra would be famous. Sandra would be unknown. Sandra could be rich. Sandra could be poor. And each day Sandra did something different. And Sandra was happy.

One day, however, Sandra grew ill. She tried every remedy she knew. She tried all the things she liked. She made all the things she wanted, but she could not feel any better. She asked everyone she knew. She called everyone they knew. She saw all the doctors in the world, but no one could find what was wrong.

And then one day Sandra met a girl. The girl was small. The girl was skinny. The girl was dirty. The girl smelled bad. Sandra wanted to go away, but she didn’t feel well at all. And so the girl came up to her. And asked her why she was crying. And Sandra couldn’t answer.

Sandra was weeping. Sandra was shaking. Sandra didn’t feel well at all. And so Sandra took the girl back to her big house. And Sandra put the girl in her bed. And together they fell asleep.

Several day’s passed, and the girl stayed with Sandra. She would follow her around. She would watch her. She would smile. Sandra didn’t know what to think. Sandra wasn’t scared. Sandra wasn’t mad. But Sandra felt better, so Sandra let her stay.

Many years passed, and Sandra and the girl became friends. Sandra told her things. Sandra went places with her. Sandra liked the girl. And the girl liked Sandra.

Sandra’s friends were mad. Sandra’s friend grew jealous. Sandra’s friends were mean. They didn’t like the girl. She was small. She was skinny. She was dirty. She smelled bad. And then one day they lied to Sandra.

“She just likes you because of your power.” They said. “You don’t need her. Sandra is the best. Sandra is strong. Sandra doesn’t need the dirty girl.” So Sandra made her leave. And the girl left.

And soon again Sandra got sick. Sandra was ill. Sandra was empty. She asked everyone she knew. She called everyone they knew. She saw all the doctors in the world, but no one could find what was wrong. It was much like the last time she was sick.

So Sandra went back to the place where she had met the girl. And Sandra found her. And Sandra began to cry. Sandra didn’t feel well at all. But she was happy to have found her. The girl was small. The girl was skinny. The girl was dirty. The girl smelled bad. But the girl was beautiful. And Sandra loved her. And Sandra was better.

And they lived happily ever after.