The Little Mouse

When my children were small, I always told them a story before they fall asleep.
And very often, I invented one by telling what I thought at this moment.
I looked after a few days ago, a 6-year-old Little Girl and before she fell asleep I improvised a story.

My story was called: " if I was a Little Mouse ".

" If I was a Little Mouse, I would edge my way into the recording studio of Tokio Hotel, where the boys are preparing a new album, I would not move and I would listen to, silently, to discover their new songs in secret and I would keep everything for me.
But NO, if somebody discovered me, I would risk be caught, even if Bill would shout: " let her go! Don’t hurt her! "
No if I was a Little Mouse, I would slip into Bill's bag, to follow him everywhere where he goes!
But NO, Bill changes bag too often, I would finish in the back of the cupboard with shoes, very dark.
No, if I was a Little Mouse, I would slip into the pants pocket of Bill to go everywhere where he goes and to feel also his heat.
But NO, I would finish very fast in the washing machine and I would die bathed.
No, if I was a Little Mouse I would edge my way simply at night into Bill's room, I would settle on his pillow and would look at him sleeping, noiselessly.
Then before he wakes up, I would kiss him on his cheek and I would leave.
And I would be the happiest Mouse of the world. "
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Then the Little Girl said to me: " but why do you want to give a kiss to Bill? "
Me: " because he is very kind and because I love him very very much ! "
The Little Girl: " then why don’t you go now to give a kiss to him? "
Me: " because it ‘s not possible! He is far and even if he was nearby, it would not be possible. That's life! "
The Little Girl: "...... then the life is sad! "
Me: " yes you are right! The life is sometimes sad! Sleep now! "

I leave, I switch off the light and get ready to close the door, when the little girl calls me again.

The Little Girl: " Marie? "
Me: " yes? "
The Little Girl: " I ‘m sure that Bill loves you very much! "
Me: "....  Certainly! Sleep now! "