[stylist] Let's Play

[Myrna Badgerow]

Oh Bridgit I so love this! And that you call Declan 'Little Man' really made me smile. That's what we call my youngest grandson. Again I just loved this from start to finish. 
Myrna

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> On Mar 19, 2014, at 4:01 PM, Bridgit Pollpeter <bpollpeter at hotmail.com> wrote:
> 
> This is off the top of my head:
> 
> I woke, blankets tucked up to my chin. Cold seeped through my bones. A
> groggy fuzz coated my eyes. All I wanted was to return to my Neverland.
> 
> Eh, MOM," Declan shouted. My daily alarm alerting me to full
> wakefulness.
> 
> Sighing, I pushed the blankets back, shivering as I swung my legs over
> the bed. Taking a moment, I blinked my swollen eyes, sniffled and rubbed
> the middle of my chest where I felt a gritty cough forming.
> 
> Slipping into my flip-flops and pulling on a hoodie, I trudged the ten
> steps into my son's room.
> 
> Warmth greeted me as I pushed his door open. The wooshing murmur of his
> space heater and gurggling whisper of his humidifier permeated the room
> with white noise.
> 
> "Eh!" Declan sounded from his crib.
> 
> "Hey, Little Man," I rasped. "ready to get up?" I felt around the bottom
> of the crib until my hand grazed Declan's leg.
> 
> "Mama."
> 
> "Yeah, yeah, you think that cuteness gets you anything."
> 
> He jumped to his feet, clutching his monkey puppet under one arm and
> reached for me. Lifting his twenty pounds out of the crib, I pulled his
> warm body into a hug. He layed his head full of moppy hair on my
> shoulder. A quiet suck, suck issued from his mouth as he popped his
> binky back in.
> 
> "You're Mommy's baby, huh?"
> 
> He climbed down my front like a monkey in a palm tree, grabbed my hand
> and walked me out of his room, down the hall, through the kitchen and
> placed my hand on the fridge door then his high chair.
> 
> "Got it, you're hungry."
> 
> Looking down at him, I knew he grinned ear-to-ear as a short chuckle met
> my comment.
> 
> Bridgit
> 
> -----Original Message-----
> From: stylist [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Homme,
> James
> Sent: Wednesday, March 19, 2014 12:19 PM
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> Subject: [stylist] Let's Play
> 
> 
> Hi,
> Anybody want to play along? Here's a writing prompt.
> 
> This morning, I awoke to .
> 
> Jim
> 
> 
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