My sweet K lay sleeping in bed this morning, her darling cheek mushed up against the side of the bed, breathing through her mouth, arm dangling sweetly above the floor, defiantly comfortable and out like a light with no filament. "Time to get up," I gently reminded her, and in a feat only possible by a mom who gives 0Fs about what grandmommy would say about waking this precious creature, I expertly maneuvered onto the bed while placing her onto my lap. I replaced her warm, down comforter around her as she lay cradled in my arms. I spoke to her the only words I knew would inspire her to wake up.
"Rarr," I said.
"Rarr," she whispered, eyes still closed but a smile brightening her face.
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