Excerpt to Alice | 8.27.12

I love to watch you stretch. BIG stretches. You spread your arms above your head, straighten your legs and arch your back. Your face turns beet red and it looks like it feels great. You love stretching. You languor in it, closing your eyes tight and screwing up your face in stretching ecstasy. You hold your breath until you're done and let it out slow, melting back into a ball, picking up your deep, rhythmic breathing, settling into a nap. A lovely, open-mouthed, gently-snoring nap.