A Sea of Little Bodies
I was up at 4:30 this morning. Not that I’m bothered- I love an extra early morning- but I was being kicked and there were strong little legs draped across the bottom of my bed that with determined, yet sleepy, insistency kept forcefully lying atop my own, their bony lengths digging in, resting hard against my shins. Without blankets, I might add.
To my left a warm little face, mouth agog, spewing hot dragon breath, forcing me to remain on my right side facing the fresh cool air of the side of my bed. Save for the visits of the Beast, and her own panting dragon-doggie breath in search of midnight reassurance strokes. Yes, yes, I’m still here and I still love you… now go lay down!
On the far side of the bed another little form. Tiny, wiry, but stretched perpindicular, feet pushing the other small, warm body with dragon breath ever closer.
Husband is gone for the week. The three miscreants get to share my bed. Despite the tangle of covers and limbs, the green cloud of sleepy, butt-breath and my space being reduced to a narrow strip along the outer most edge of my bed, I love it.
And while I do so enjoy the peace and productivity of an extra-early morning, by 7pm tonight I will be largely useless.
