They were cute. The both of them. Tuckered out from the day - playing outside, giggling in the rays of the sun - the bottoms of their feet stained green from the trampled grass.
Beds were comfortable, but they preferred the ground. There is always somethings special about how the woven fibers feel against the face and how the musty smell of the carpet relaxes the soul - lets it know it is safe, that it is home.
She dreamt of this past Christmas. Opening her presents over and over again, smiling and laughing - filled with joy. An endless memory - a mental snap shot stuck on repeat.
He dreamt of a daring sea adventure - him at the wheel of the ship, running from pirates. He had stolen their gold and taken off in his skipper - outrunning their large battleship. He'd soon be back to port, spending the money as he chose - causing a ruckus, laughing with his men, eating and drinking grub and grog.
It was the perfect spot. Most of their bodies were in the shade, but just enough sunlight was invading the room through the blinds to keep them warm.
It'd be a long time before they woke - charged and ready to romp around again.
You are a magician with your ability to paint an image in someone else's brain. I LOVED this one!
ReplyDeleteThis had me going back to my two favorite little boys in the world, and to "Short Stuff Care"!
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