“Tell us about times in which you linger — when you don’t want an event, or a day to end. What is it you love about these times? Why do you wish you could linger forever?”
Golden light peeks through the curtain and dances across a young women’s face. Feeling the warmth, she shifts in her bed. Pulling the blanket over her head, and dreading the moment her kids come in. It’s not that she’s sleepy, but that she is just not ready for the day. Not ready to get up and go through the motions.
When she hears the door creak she holds her breath, hopping her son will finally think to himself, “oh she’s sleeping. I should leave her alone.” But of course that doesn’t happen. Soon he is by her side and with a nice high-pitched voice says, “Mommy, I want to go downstairs!”
“Just a few more minutes. OK?”
“NO! I’m hungry and thirsty! I want to go down stairs!” , he whines.
“Mommy needs a few more minutes, please.”
He crawls up next to her and pulls on the blankets creating a cold breeze. She shivers and rolls over. Her son lays there quietly for about thirty seconds.
“Mom, I had a dream can I tell you about it?”
“Sure,” she says with a sigh.
“Well it was a big dream so maybe later….Mom?”
“Are you ready to go down stairs yet?”
“Just a few more minutes, please”
“Ok…but just one minute.”