Lloyd was lying in his bed, unable to sleep. For several hours now, he had had a pounding headache, which several tablets of ibuprofen had been unable to shift – he dared not take any more.
As he lay there in pain, he noticed how beautiful the Moon was that night. Through the open window, its rays poured onto the bedcover. Then suddenly, he seemed to see a twinkle of light slip noiselessly down them.
He watched as it grew brighter, until it flashed into the room above his bed. Slowly, it shimmered and resolved into the tiny form of the most exquisite creature he had ever seen.
She stood barely nine inches tall, yet when she spoke, it was as if Heaven had a voice. “Oh dear, what is troubling you, Lloyd?” she asked.
“I – I have a terrible headache,” Lloyd replied.
“Never mind, my darling,” she whispered, “I have just the thing to cure it.”
So saying, she produced a small, golden screwdriver and tiptoed across the bed to his pillow. “Stay still,” she purred, “This will only take a moment.”
Then she inserted the screwdriver into Lloyd’s ear and began turning it. Gradually, he felt the pain start to recede.
After a few seconds, she hopped silently over to his other ear and again inserted the golden screwdriver. When she had finished, the pain was gone.
“Oh, thank you – who ARE you?” Lloyd asked.
She placed her finger over her lips – then said, “You must sleep now.”
In the morning, Lloyd awoke as the first rays of the Sun began twinkling through the pink and white blossom of the apple tree outside his bedroom window. A pretty little bird tweeted its greeting.
“Wow, that was some dream,” Lloyd said to the bird.
Then he sat up – and the back of his head fell off.
[in memory of Charlie Drake]