this morning #480.

this morning, there was a built-in bliss that came from sitting in her blue bean bag chair. when she first saw it last christmas, next to the tree & covered in presents, she brushed all the other gifts aside & dove into it with a squeal. ever since, its appeal had not diminished one bit. usually, she would just grab a book & sink down into it. sometimes, it transformed into undulating ocean waves with her as the surfboard upon them. every so often, her little brother would ask if he could join her. depending on her mood, she’d let him. they’d lay there in silence, putting aside play for a moment until the peace inevitably ended with an unprovoked punch. then, nobody got to sit in the bean bag chair.