Just Whistle While you work

a short story of magic and perfect timing.

Just Whistle While You Work
by Dare

"I mean it Quiely" my mother sternly stated "If this room is not clean by the time I get home--which will be in 15 minutes--you will not be allowed to go to that party tonight"
With out another word from either party my mother left, closing the door behind her. I stared at my room. There was no way I could clean it in time. My flower quilt was on the floor and my rose colored sheets were lying across my bed. Dust covered my wodden floor. Unnecessary junk that I could not throw away spread all across my dresser. My dressar drawers were open with my clothes spilling out of them. Books were also lying along the floor. That didn't include the clothes, shoes, and homework papers that also lived on my floor. I don't even want to explain the horrendous condition of my bathroom and closet.
I just stared at the room for a long time. Just trying to understand the mess. I mainly stared at my bed. I kept wishing they would straigten and tighten to the bed. I kept imagining my quilt lifting off of the ground and placing itself on my bed. Imagining my pillows floating to my bed post and lay themselves on the top where I would rest my head. I just stared at my bed, not even knowing what I was doing. I turned to my radio--I needed to listen to music--while still thinking about my bed. I let the music fill the air as I danced around waving my hands in the air. I kept imagining my quilt lifting off the ground as I turned and moved with the music. When the song was over and a Shane Company commerical came on I turned to make my bed. But to my astonishment, it had already happened.
Just as I imagined my sheets were in their propper place. My quilt was on my bed completely straight. My pillows were all settled at the top of my bed. It was perfect. Not a sheet was out of place. How had that happened?
I knew I did not make the bed earlier because I did not want to and was procrastinating. I thought that possibly Charlie made my bed (he was always willing to help out). Then I remembered that Charlie could barely reach the top of my bed let alone make it...he is only three after all. I tried to remember what I did or said that might have made my bed. I then remember just thinking about my bed. How much I hoped that it would make itself. I knew it was crazy and stupid and unlikely to happen but I consintrated on my pillow. I just focused on my pillow rising ever so slightly off my bed. I kept thinking of my red pillow lifting off my bed and gliding to me. I then twirled my index finger, it couldn't hurt anything. As my finger twirled my pillow also twirled on the bed. I then stopped...scared of what I had just seen. Just as I stopped so did the pillow. I took a deep breath reminding myself that I should not be afraid. I concentrated on the pillow once more and as I concentrated I raised my hands in the air. The pillow lifted as I raised my hands. I smiled excited that I had finally accoplmished something. I then drew my arms close to my body and my small red pillow zoomed into my arms before I could close them.
I then stared at the books on the floor and thought about putting them on the shelf. I concentrated really hard thinking about the book rising off the ground then hovering to my book shelf, placing itself next to The Merchant of Venice. The book was a little stubborn. It moved to the side, opened the front cover, but it wouldn't lift off the ground even though I raised my hands up to the air.
"UP!" I shouted and the book flew off the ground "Now put yourslef on the shelf!" And just as I finished the book had completed it's task. I then looked at the other books and "commanded" them to go on the shelf as well. Each one did. Before I knew it I realized I was commanding all the objects to move my way. I called the cleaning products to wipe my windows, dust my dressar, clean my toilet, sink, and shower. I had clothes flying downstairs to my laundrey basket. I had my shoes walk themselves to my closet. I was even able to get all the dust off the floor without using a broom or vacum. I just thought about putting all the dust in the garbage and there it was.
I could not ask different objects to do different tasks mainly because I had to focus so hard on one particular object doing one particular task. However, usually the task was done in seconds and I could move on to the next one rather quickly.
After I was all done, I looked at my room. Everything looked completely spotless. It was comepletly, totally, and utterly clean. I was able to see my beautiful hard wood floor for the first time in about 3 weeks. When I had finished admiring my room I looked at my Mooshu the dragon alarm clock.
3:08 pm...I still had seven minutes till my mother came home. Plenty of time to get ready for the party.

Well, hope you all liked it.
Dare