I heard a noise in the early morning that jolted me awake. A whispered giggle later and Seneca laughed about running into the humidifier.
She climbed between us and settled into an acrobatic display of sleep that sent her arms and legs into our side and back for the remainder of the night.
Still. She slept.
We woke. She slept.
This rest was so good for her. When she rose, it was on her terms. Fresh and ready for the day. Her green eyelet dress, white cardigan and new white shoes that clicked each step she took in the glow of the welcome March sun.
This post was written as part of a monthly challenge sponsored by Two Writing Teachers, to encourage writing and community. The goal is to write a Slice of Life entry each day throughout the month of March.
I can really see this – “an acrobatic display of sleep that sent her arms and legs into our side and back for the remainder of the night.” Nice slice!