I was a
young child, and one
night I needed
something while I was in
bed. Could've been anything, a
drink of water, a
goodnight kiss,
anything. So I called
downstairs for my
mother, but she didn't
come. Then I called again, and then a
bright green half-
anthropomorphic animated cactus (with no
eyes but a
mouth) came
up the
stairs, stood next to my bed and said simply, "Your Mom can't come up now, she's asleep." In the
morning when I asked her about her
messenger, she just looked at me
strangely.
Must've been one of my imaginary memories.