Picking up my tea cup, I drain the last of the liquid and I stand. I begin to look around me. I start to worry - am I all alone? Where can she be? I leave my teacup and my teapot and other things and I start looking around.
I make my way up the stairs, grabbing at the low part of the handrail for fear of falling down. At the top, I screw my eyes into little slits and wonder - do I go into the bathroom, or into the bedroom? The first one sounds like a fun idea, but I know she’s not going to be in there, as the door is open and I can’t see her, so I choose the bedroom.
As I open the door, I find her. She is lying on the bed, asleep. She’s been crying again - her face is all wet and the bedcover she lays on is all soaked and soggy. I stroke her hair.
I try to call to her, but there is no response. I shake her, but still, no response.
After what seems like a very long time, I decide that I am tired. I notice something interesting by the bed - colourful.
I eat the few sweeties that Mummy has left and I curl up next to her and fall asleep, my nappy still wet from this morning.
And as I drift off, I decide that I love my Mummy.
Especially when she’s asleep.
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