Bedtime: Sad Tonight, Happy Tomorrow
There’s nothing happening here. It’s a little boy in bed. He might be ill so his mother is keeping him in bed. There are some toys with him in his old-fashioned four-post bed. The doctor has been there and in those days doctors didn’t make house calls.
The little boy doesn’t look sick, though. He looks very bored. He doesn’t like being alone in his bedroom.
It’s a single bed. And the little boy sleeps alone in it. He’s kind of sickly. And the doctor has his coat hanging on the side of the bed. He’s in another room speaking about the little boy.
There are milk and cookies on the side and something like a pizza. He’s looking pale and forlorn. Just kind of questioning. This is not a time where he is going to hop out of bed and play with a ball.
He’s bored. He’s concerned because the doctor is out of the room consulting with his mother and he thinks he’s very sick.
His color is there, though, so maybe he fell off his bicycle.
His name is Billy. I don’t know what he likes to do. He’s four years old. He might like to play with cars.
There’s something in the bed that looks like a telescope. No, more like a Morse Code device. It looks like a boat, riding on the waves.
He could have chicken pox. Probably the measles. There was a type of measles that lasted for 24-hours. It was very contagious.
Billy and his family live in a small town. Quincy, Illinois. Billy has four siblings. Two older and two younger. Probably both brothers and sisters.
This is recent based on the color of the wall. This is modern because they didn’t have floral wallpaper on the walls. The bed is the kind that doesn’t go out of style. Doctors don’t come to see children anymore. But the color on the walls contradicts the doctor coming to visit. So it’s hard to tell when it takes place.
Billy has very loving parents. At that time we were at war. And most of the doctors were attached to the military. So he would have had a military uniform. He would have been an officer.
His mother would have been at work, working on airplane parts for the military. His grandmother raised him.
There’s a picture on the wall. A lamb or a dog or a tiger or a leopard. It looks like its skin is raised. Maybe a French Poodle. There’s a door on the right. It leads to a meadow and sky. Or it could lead to the bathroom.
Billy goes to sleep. The doctor and the grandmother and the mother take his toys and tuck him in for bedtime. They’ll leave his plate in case he needs a later snack. He’ll get better and then he’ll grow up. This illness is very common. The doctor told the grandmother he can go back to school tomorrow.
Which is always bad for a kid.