She relishes the easy start to the day.
No immediate obligation, no immediate demands.
Dim light of early morning sifts through the drapes, soft crackle of the heater, heavy covers spilled over her.
If a kid come in, it will be a morning cuddle, secretly she hopes one does. Even two are welcome, just not three. She only had two sides to lie on.
Whether she as a little visitor or not, no immediate plan to execute, no marshaling out the gate, what’s their fate today?
And it all begins with the easy start, so welcome, the easy start, so grateful.