The Wonder of You
Steve and MarieAnne at play
“Are you awake?” she asked, sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed. The early morning sun added an amber aura to her silver hair, almost a halo. Her tilted head was resting on her palm, she had one eye closed.
I sat up. “I can be, should I?”
She nodded. “You should. Do you know what day this is?”