She had her pot of tea gently steaming on the table, her aching feet propped comfortably on the footrest and her favourite lavender-scented puppy settled on the back of her armchair.
After a day of hard work, she had carved out this block of time for herself. Nothing and no one would break this much needed time of rest.
“Mum!”
A sharp cry of distress cut through the air.
She shot to her feet and raced down the stairs, tea left on the table and her puppy forgotten on the floor.
~End~
Genre: slice of life, family
Logical Dreams 