Big Gift Boxes to Block the Golden Light

She had everything she wanted: soft white silk pajamas, a floor so clean and smooth she could always walk barefoot without the tiniest morsel of unpleasant stimulation, and solitude in her sturdy sparkling house on the highest cloud-encircled hill.

The only thing she didn’t have was a way to block out the bright penetrating golden light of heaven making it impossible to sleep soundly.

One night that could have been morning that could have been midday she had an idea.

Wired with sleep-deprivation, she decided to block the window with big huge gift boxes wrapped up in golden ribbons and bows.

From her empty-box-room she gathered all of her empty boxes that once held all of the things she was able to buy herself, and set to work wrapping them. Inside each one of the empty boxes she planted seeds of thoughts of things she desired that were not for sale on Amazon and might not have existed outside of her own head. So she could imagine them waiting within the boxes, just waiting to be unwrapped someday and be brought into existence.

Her windows were very large, though, so even though she had a great many empty boxes, there were not enough to thoroughly cover even just her big bedroom window. It was such a nice idea and sweet start, however, that she decided to sleep on it — realizing with satisfaction that she *could* sleep, finally, having exerted herself thusly — and tackle the window blockade tomorrow (or whatever day it might be when she finally woke up).

Perhaps I can commission the making of a very very large cardboard box, custom-sized to completely cover the entire window while still being light enough (still being an empty box, and cardboard) that I may move it if ever I feel like bathing in the golden sunrise-sunset light that shines on my cloud-encircled hilltop, and still be easily moved back in front of the window again. Perhaps if I pay the man enough he will take off his shoes to carry out this work inside, and even be amenable to another odd job I’d like to have done, also requiring an extra large object to meet my specifications.

When she went to sleep, she dreamt all night long of pretty boxes in front of her own shapeshifting pretty windows, framing angelic visions and illuminating beautiful worlds of bookshelves. But none of the dream boxes were ever anywhere close to being big enough to completely fulfill her wish of a completely light-blocked window and thoroughly darkened room.

All night she dreamt of these seductive yet still too-small boxes and was left wanting more, and bigger, and darker.

While she could not call these dreams a nightmare, she awoke exhausted by dazzling bright brilliance piercing her eyeballs. The radiance of her life leaving her unrested and unblockably empty.

She would not even know how to find an appropriately sized box-maker, if one even existed.