Bunny 'Tales'

Working late on Easter eve, I was immovable, one with my chair, at the computer with images dancing in my mind, visualizing my head on my pillow in my soft warm bed. This mental picture took over my every thought. Forcing my eye lids open, they felt heavy like boulders making it extremely difficult to focus on the computer monitor. Even my dog gave up and was snoring at my feet. Too tired to think clear, I turned the volume up on my iTunes and rocked onward. Music stimulation wasn’t enough so I decided for a cup of hot tea. Much like a sleep walk, making my way to the kitchen, I felt something under my feet. Sticky and warm I found myself rubbing my foot off against my leg then I continued a few steps into the dark kitchen, when I stepped in more. My curiosity was rising. My first thought, what did the boys drop? I reached for the light switch, the lights flickered, energy saver bulbs start up slow, my tired eyes relieved, even thankful as I focused in on the little soft pebbles. Still stuck on the bottom of my feet the warmth of what? I caught at a glimpse at bright yellow Easter egg that was settled against the baseboard with several more lined up after that, questions now scrambled within. The room eliminating more, I shook my foot, while recognizing that I had stepped in Bunny Poop! Sleep Walking! I must be in a deep deep sleep. Switching off the light, I wondered directly to my cozy bed. Dreaming of Bunnies, Easter egg hunts and ... bunny poop!