Petulant Goddess

I should have used the silence held between
Each sleeping breath to take these scattered blocks
All spread across your bedroom floor. A scene
From a disaster film, or TV news shocks.
This petulant young goddess missed her nap
Destroying, newly built, her created world,
A single gesture of disdain, a slap
Across the face of all she had unfurled.
I could restore some order in your realm,
Rebuild it all to save you from the hassle
And construct something huge to overwhelm.
Maybe a palace or a fairy castle.
All just to see the look in your wide eyes
When you awake with wonder and surprise.