I found myself, this morning, once again waking up in a tiny bed in a pink room that I had not been in when I had fallen asleep the previous evening. My mind struggled to come to terms with my mysterious teleportation, and I slowly remembered the coordinated attacks of the two mischievous pixies that we let live in our home, and who frequently terrorize me at night. In the dim pink glow of the room my half sleeping mind pieced together the previous nights events. Through a series of automatic instinctual exhausted decisions, I had been evicted from my bed by one fair haired waif, and had been tricked by the older dark haired one into joining her under a purple blanket in…