He lies by a chair with her feet tucked under him, deep in a dream of tall-grassed fields. She watches him, sees his legs twitch as he runs unhindered.
‘A dream, or perhaps a memory?’
He wakes, stretches, struggles to his feet. His joints crack as he turns in stiff circles, then returning to where he'd risen from, he drops himself down and curls into a ball. It’s with a sad smile she leans over to comfort her son, but by his mother’s warmth he drifts off once more to a place where his age has no bearing.
‘A dream, or perhaps a memory?’
He wakes, stretches, struggles to his feet. His joints crack as he turns in stiff circles, then returning to where he'd risen from, he drops himself down and curls into a ball. It’s with a sad smile she leans over to comfort her son, but by his mother’s warmth he drifts off once more to a place where his age has no bearing.
