Tentacle fingers and a scattered-tooth grin are the first things I see in the morning. A giggle soon follows which activates the sleepy warmth in my body. The bed feels like a pillow of clouds that holds you back from your morning routine. She’s standing there in bright green froggy pajamas that we put on together last night. Her brown curls are short, but passionate, and as always are knotted together which I usually take care of after I take care of my own. The soft coils of hair intertwine with my fingers as I carefully untangle them, trying not to pull too hard. Our greetings begin with my “Good morning sunshine,” followed by a sudden but expected weight of a cuddle and a giggle in response. She smells like the Suave Green Apple shampoo that she plastered on (for the first time by herself). The absent smell on my own hands stands as a reminder that every day she grows just a little bit stronger. Some days when she’s not home, I sneak the bottle into my shower and place a drop on my own tentacle fingers.
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