On chubby little hands off invisible wrists and sweet plump baby arms, fingers curled in the remains of a grip that faded as sleep came, the favoured thumb resting loosely on a bottom lip still sucking.
Soft newly washed hair and impossibly long eyelashes brushing creamy pink cheeks.
Pale pink cotton sprinkled with tiny flowers smelling of the little girl that sleeps inside it.
This is my here and now. And it’s wonderful.
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