A Muslin Blanket

 

Muslin BlanketThe muslin blanket drifts overhead.  She squeals in delight.  “‘Addy,” she says, “‘gen.”

I lift the blanket and wave it high before swooping it down over her face.  Searching the room, I cry out: “Where’s Ellis?  Ellis…Ellis?”

She giggles.

“Hmm…is she in here?”   I rip the blanket away and am blinded by a toothless grin nestled between rotund cheeks.

“‘Addy,” she says, “‘gen.”

I am intoxicated with delight.

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