by cheri block
Alonzo stepped into his shower, turning the water temperature to 45 degrees Fahrenheit and letting the waterfall cool his overheated scales.
“Come on Baby, light my fire,” he sang, thumping and splashing to the beat of his favorite song, “Try to set the night on fi-re” he crooned to his oversized shampoo bottle. He just loved his shower, a morning ritual during which he not only cleansed his prodigious square footage of skin, but also rededicated himself to the service of others. The glorious flow of water, the aromatic lavender body wash, and the loofah—a triumvirate of sensation fit for a King!
Thinking about the word King broke the spell.
My God, the King. I forgot to call him with my Daily Report, Alonzo thought.
His yellow walkie-talkie lay on the bathroom counter, covered with steam beads and at this very moment he had been thinking about King Beowulf, King Beowulf had been thinking about the Daily Report.
The King will just have to wait. Some things in life are more important than a schedule, Alonzo affirmed to himself. Before he could grab his super-sized towel (the one with the stripes), his little British know-it-all friend, Edmund, flew in through the open door.
“Some things in life are more important than a shedule,” Edmund echoed,” but today the Queen’s moving van arrives in a scant hour. You yourself said that the residents here in the mound do much better when a routine is established. My liege, you must speed it up, so to speak.” And then, Edmund sneezed in the way that dragonflies do, emitting a high-frequency pin-prick of a tweet that enters into an eardrum not without creating irritably in the listener.
He sneezed again. “I must be allergic to something in this bathroom.” Within seconds, his sensing antennae detected high-level lavender in the space.
“Oh, my goodness, Alonzo, my liege. Your blue skin does not need a lavender smell or colour to make you more appealing. You are a splendid dragon just the way you are.” And then he flew off to the mound’s dining room.
So much stimulation too early in the morning, Alonzo thought, facing himself in the mirror.
What did he see?