Dream it

"Love was the soft flooding spark

mending upon fragmented nights.

maiden twilight stealing into the dreams of those who await it."

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Tumble. Steel colliding with tile. Things falling in succession then fast steps of a toddler getting away from a place she shouldn't be.

"You little girl are stirring a lot of trouble these days. Come here" Salima could hear Nazifa's frustrated yet still voice reverberating the corridor.

"What did she do again?" She asked unable to turn completely, Aman was in her hands fast asleep.

"My plates are all over the place, she tumbled over a tray of used plates I left on the stool." Amina had run back to the sitting room, a mischievous smile on her face, shirt soiled in soup. Salima made face for her and she laughed.

" Thank God there are no ceramic else she could have wounded herself and even left more mess" there was a fast slap of broom on ground, Nazifa was sweeping for the third time since she was there.