It began like any other Monday; mom had troubles starting the Beetle, traffic congestion made progress slow, and Mrs. Andersen welcomed me with smiling eyes and a warm hug.
When mom left, we set up the croquet game, played until noon, and then ate pasta on the terrace.
At naptime, I got under my quilted blanket on the couch. Mrs. Andersen closed the blinds, sat down next to me, sang in her soft voice, and stroked my hair until I slept.
I dreamt about the sunflowers in the garden – I often did.
Then a child’s voice woke me up.
D.M. almost 4 years ago
This is a lovely series! 'Looking forward to reading more.