Circles live and circles die, do not ask me how or why
He wakes up and rolls into the kitchen sleepily, only to find Lil D lying flat across her chair. Arms paddling wildly, she swims across an imaginary ocean. Her red-and-white striped pyjamas continue to slice through the oncoming waves until he sets the morning newspaper down on the table with a flourish. Tilting her head sideways to breathe out, she looks up at him and he imagines her as a whale releasing a tall, white spray from the top of her head. As he pries his sleepy eyes open to squint at the news, Lil D scrambles over to his side so that they can read the newspaper together. Creases appear on her forehead as she asks, "What's Libya?". He reaches down to her bellybutton and draws a circle - "This is where we are!" - and then draws a tiny circle just above her eyebrows - "aaaand this is Libya, a strange desert country, far, far away!" - but the slight creases in Lil D's forehead still remain.