Today I negotiated the terms of my release.
Sugarplum offered to let me nap on the couch for a full 20 minutes, if I made her popcorn when I was done. The deal was struck. I snuggled up and watched as Sugarplum stopped herself from talking a mile a minute. This was not easy for her.
I closed my eyes and thought even pretending to be asleep would be, well, dreamy.
Soon I heard elephantine tippy-toeing, followed by Beethoven's Piano Sonata #14 at a pleasantly low volume. This kid really, really wants her popcorn.
A few minutes later, I heard someone breathing very close to my face. She didn't want to wake me, so she stood about 6 inches away until I noticed she was there. She was holding a note: