Amara wanted her blanket. It was gone.
She stood still. Her hand reached out.
She climbed up. Pulled the blanket close.
The blanket slid between them. It was a game.
She sat alone. Draped the blanket over her shoulders.
The baby rolled over. Dropped a corner on her knee.
She pulled it gently. The baby leaned in close.
They stayed together. Warm wool on her legs.
