Under the bed, in the deep dark recesses lies a hidden treasure trove of memories, waiting patiently for fingers to trace their contours, inhaling the fragrance of days gone by, resurrecting them into new adventures. Still they reside in the shadow that you must go through to reach them.
Two legs dangle from beneath the wooden slats supporting the mattress wrapped in Batman sheets, searching for purchase to push him further into the graveyard of forgotten toys, crumpled pictures, stuffed animals that had lost their place of honor among their brethren up top.
I can't get all this myself.
If you pull everything out, we will help you put it where it belongs.
Pulling everything out from underneath the boys beds, we were greeted by...well a mess. We made them pull it all into a big pile and we picked through it, separating the things to keep from the things that are trash. Long forgotten treasures were met with smiles and renewed vigor to play with or care for them. Some things we made them toss as they have been grossly out grown or because they were just junk, while other found their way into plastic containers to be put away for another day.
We all have beds that we stuff things under, promising ourselves we will clean it out one day.
Eventually though, the space underneath runs out and it all starts to spill out onto the floor for the world to see. Our one day arrives when we least expect it and we are left with a mess. Old beliefs we had about ourselves resurface, clouding who we really are. Forgotten grudges erase the joy filled moments of our friendships. An unexpected bill breaks the precarious balance of the checkbook of our lives.
Hidden among our refuse are beautiful things, we just can't see because we have not taken the time to separate it and throw away the things we no longer need.
Maybe one day, needs to be today.
Sunlight trickles through the blinds, laughter floats in its rays and two young boys play with toys that once were lost, but now they found.