Lilly hung upside-down on the velvet couch, frustrated. All day she had thought long and hard, yet not a single inkling of a
thought had crossed her mind. Why oh why had she volunteered to work in the creative department for a week? 'Simple'
she thought 'I thought I was creative but apparently I've got toy block!' But something was on her mind, or rather,
someone, taking up all the thinking space in there. Her friends usually told her she thought too much; she was beginning to
think they were right…
Blood slowly pacing to her head, she hung there still, hoping this position would help her troubled thoughts in some way.
'Bernard….Bernard…. leave my train of thought...' she silently pleaded in her mind. Ever since that faithful December
morning when they had both first started working in the factory, she had know there was something about him that just,
shook her, animated her, and gained her attention. Look at them now; she was working alongside Curtis as Head Elf's
assistants, and not only that but, they were friends, growing closer with each encounter.
'Maybe I should just draw a square and tell Santa it's the latest thrill amongst children everywhere.' Lilly gave a slight
giggle at the thought, picturing Santa standing there nodding, yet thinking she had totally lost it, and Bernard beside him
with an amused smile on his gorgeous lips. Wow, every little thing that crossed her mind got connected to that one elf, no
matter how hard she tried to chase him from her speculation. Lilly sighed pure frustration, steam almost blowing off of her
head. She checked her golden Mickey Mouse watch; in shining numbers it revealed the time to be 6 o'clock p.m. Most of the
elves had probably gone home to their happy lives, not that hers wasn't happy, it was just disturbed. Disturbed by the one
and only elf who could make her melt, faint, even die.
She finally decided to head home, saying a quick farewell to Santa before exiting out the front door. Little did she know
that a certain elf was looking out the glazed window, consumed with thoughts of her, watching her waltz across the snow
clad path back home.