Little Girl

I am at someone else’s house: a rich house with expensive pale carpets and flock wallpaper. I am walking down a hall wondering about the owners when I come across a little girl playing on her own. She comes towards me and I realise that she is tired and needs to go to bed. I sweep her up in my arms feeling so much love as I wonder how her parents could not have noticed her need.

I tell her I will put her to bed and head to a bedroom as she enfolds me with lanky legs and tired arms. In the bedroom I try to put her down and for the first time notice that her bottom half is naked. As I try to prise apart her limpet embrace I find that her flesh has stuck to mine and I cannot remove her. I have to peel us apart and feel rising disgust as I recognise the smell of the stale urine that has glued us together.

I notice a bath filled with hot water and bubbles so I bathe her all over with white soap and dry her with soft white towels that swallow her up. I tuck her into a bed of white cotton sheets and stroke her to sleep in her newly sweet scented, soft and fluffy body.

I climb into a bed in the same room…