It’s mid-May, and the heat is unbearable. I’ve just returned from an appointment with a client, and have travelled 46 kms. in the sweltering heat on my motorcycle. I’m back home, now, and have had a light lunch. I decide to take a nap.
I’m lying face down on the bed, the fan spinning at full speed above me. My hand dangles from the side of the bed and I find it a rather comfortable position. I drift off to sleep…
Suddenly, I sense some discomfort. I realise my dangling hand is no longer dangling - it’s resting on the bed. I adjust it to dangle again. Before I know it, it’s back on the bed! I open my eyes to see Stwabbit, a little more than a year old then, staring into my face with a mischievous grin. I am irritated - I let my hand dangle again, turn my face away and doze off again. Stwabbit dutifully puts my hand back on the bed. I look up and give her a strong glare. My glare is met with a toothless smile.
All my exhaustion seeps out. I break into a smile. She turns and crawls away, looking back playfully…
