Toy Lobster

Once upon a time, in a small apartment, in a cozy city, beside the river, there lived a woman, 36 years old, who thought of her self as little. It was just past supper, and she was tidying up. When all of the sudden there was a knock on the door.

knock knock

Who could it be? She was not expecting anyone. Her side of town had gone quite hours ago. Feeling a bit nervous, maybe scared, but more excited than anything, she thought; just who could be paying her a visit at this hour?

Opening the door, no one was there. Looking both ways down the hall. No one. Oh well, she thought, and went to shut the door. At that moment she noticed something small and red by her toes. Bent down a picked up the small toy lobster. How curious. She lived by the water, but it was a river. They were from any coast where lobsters live.

Bringing the toy lobster inside, she placed it on the table. Thinking he must be hungry, so far from home and all. From her dollhouse, she fetched a little snack in a bowl and a glass of water. In no time, just the most peculiar thing happened.

A thick fog rolled in! That's right, dense clouds of salty air filled her apartment. And yet, before she even felt bewildered. The fog blew over. And there, on the table, the tiny glass bowl lay empty. The toy lobster was nowhere to be found. Sitting across from her was a handsome Lobsterman!

“Hello” he said in a deep, soft voice, “you can call me Wat”.

“What?” she retorted.

“No, it’s Wat.”

“What” she repeated “are you –”

“I am here to help you get ready for bed lil lady.”

His hands reached across the table to hers. She never thought of them as small, but now in his, they looked petite. He repeated “it's time for bed.”

“Little one,” he instructed “you need to brush your teeth, put on your pajamas, and get tucked in. Come on now, it's growing late. Best be well rested for what tomorrow brings.”

Shocked by the whole thing, all the woman could do was nod her head. She followed his lead. Together they went to the bathroom, where he helped brush all sides of her teeth and gave her a cloth soaked in warm water to wipe her face. They moved inside her bedroom, where he pulled out a pair of cozy flannel pajamas. A funny thing, he seemed to know exactly where everything was.

Wat pulled at the wrists of her shirt to help the little change from the clothes she’d worn all day. With her top off, the air felt cool against her skin. His warm gaze caressed her bare chest. Then he slipped on the flannel top and pulled the front together, the fabric brushing her budding bosom as he fastened the buttons tight, from top to bottom. She turned to the side and pull down her trousers. She felt no shame showing Wat her round backside. Too innocent to think twice about it. “Knickers too,” Wat remined. “You should have a clean pair for beddy-bye.” Locking his thumbs at the cloth straps on her hips he helped slip down the blue cotton thong. Then, handed her a fresh pair he had chosen from the drawer. “Put those on,” he said as he brought her clothes to the hamper (noticing the crotch had not stayed completely dry during the day).

All dressed, she hopped in bed. He sat in close, letting her head lay on his chest as they read a book. Good Night Gorilla, she found the balloon on every page.

When they were all done, he pulled the covers over her. With his hands he pushed the covers under her all around her body, shoulders, hips, knees, and feet. make sure she was snug as could be. Giving her leg a little rub as he kissed her forehead, he said “good night.” Turned on the nightlight and sound machine before flicking out the light.