The pounding on his door had become more insistent.

He rolled over with a groan. If I ignore them, maybe they’ll just go away…

After five minutes, he gave up. With a shout of “Just a minute”, he rolled out of bed, grabbed a robe and stumbled over to see what was so important.

He opened the door a mere inch and gave the messenger outside his most searing glare. “Well?”

“Sir, you need to look out the window."

“Now what?’ Leaving the door ajar, he wandered across the room and glanced through the slightly parted drapes.

Obscenities in several obscure languages came to mind.

It was a perfect fairy tale castle, all turrets and stained glass and arches and gardens. It was also 100 feet in the air, where it was shading the newly finished enchanted gardens.

He continued to stare out the window as he spoke to the messenger he knew was still there. “Get the design committee together. Meeting in twenty minutes. And start making coffee. Now.” He heard the messenger leave.

He sighed. Time to find the boss.