She scoops him up in her slender arms, the sleepy little bunch; still snuggling and cozying himself up. His unwilling eyes open a moment later and shut again. She gathers that he is not willing to shake off his dreams yet. So, together they stay locked in the moment for a little while. He bundling up in her arms and her fingers running through little golden, little brown locks. Wake up dear, her voice fond, gentle, loving and all such things. No, he shakes his head. Want to sleep some more? No, another shake of the head. And it is a No for all the bribes that follow. And every no is more determined than the last one. She gives up. They are back to square one. Her fingers in his hair, and his eyes shut. Little Bo peep has lost her sheep she manages in the nearly Preeti Sagar tune. Eyes still shut, but his face has eased up. Has lost her sheep eyes open, faint hint of smile. And doesn’t know where to find them. No his eyes wistful. And in those sad eyes, she reads his wish, the one that she was about to crush with her voice. She frees her right hand, stretches a little, and presses a button. The sound of fan makes him a little hopeful but his heart is still guarded. A black screen comes to life. She weaves her way through some folders, selects a few files and clicks play selected. Little Bo peep has lost her sheep. The wide awake eyes are now glued on the screen, lips curved in an innocent smile and all is well again. She returns to her chores. The playlist ends and he manages something like an enquiring gone or maybe it was actually finish in his not yet 2 year old language. She hastily repeats the playlist for him lest his eager fingers start playing on the keyboard. Two repeats later, the little lord rises and walks out.
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