The sun tries to peak into our bedroom , making a way through the curtain fall.
She .. half asleep.. half smiling. Blinking the closed eyes will put a hand on me. As if making the sun envy. “Yes, sun you might be a mighty source , but I have a mamma”.
Then her face will rest on my stomach and her legs touching mine.
Soon enough… like the ever moving seconds hand of the big granny clock.. she will position her head towards my feet and letting her rest of the body free to go wherever it want.
Yes.. we have started this new game we practice every morning.. we call it Roll-Pol.