happy birthday, madeline.
5:56 AM
It's the sound of the early commuter traffic on the street below that wakes her, and a draft from the bedroom window hanging just slightly open. Her legs stretch out long and lean under the blankets, toes curling, and for a moment, she almost considers getting up out of bed to close the window.
The moment passes. The margay pulls the covers up to her chin, turning to mold herself to the sleep-warm curve of her boy's back.
6:30 AM
She tells him it's because she simply can't be bothered to tell one from the other, but the truth is, she uses his toothbrush now and then because it pleases her to.
It's the sound of the early commuter traffic on the street below that wakes her, and a draft from the bedroom window hanging just slightly open. Her legs stretch out long and lean under the blankets, toes curling, and for a moment, she almost considers getting up out of bed to close the window.
The moment passes. The margay pulls the covers up to her chin, turning to mold herself to the sleep-warm curve of her boy's back.
6:30 AM
She tells him it's because she simply can't be bothered to tell one from the other, but the truth is, she uses his toothbrush now and then because it pleases her to.