Sarafoods

Dear Jesus,

Mrs Walker was fussing all over me when we got to their house.

James came out rubbing his eyes when he heard our voices. He was still sleepy and couldn't fathom why we were in their house at such a time.

Mrs Walker ushered him back into his room before he could utter his sleepy mumble jumble.

Their cottage isn't really big so Mom and Dad took the single guest room they had. John was like he'd sleep in the couch while I took his bed.

I knew I could never sleep in his bed. Not with his scent so close.

The flesh is a cunny monster.

I politely insisted that I'd be fine in the couch. John looked skeptical but Mommy Sarah agreed since John and James shared a room.

She said I'd want the privacy and I couldn't agree less.

I fell into a fitful nap on their soft couch.

The aroma of baking sweet potatoes woke me up from sleep.

Rays of early morning sunshine lighted up the comfy sitting room.

I heard Mommy Sarah's voice humming a lively tone from the kitchen.