Little Daydreams

A Story by Little Fox

"Even if you're little you can do a lot. You mustn't let a little thing like 'little' stop you."

     I am snuggled up in a ball in the crease of our little couch, all wrapped up in a big cozy blanket. A little old-timey radio is playing showtunes on the dresser beside me. I see all of the lights in the city shining through our little window across the little room of our little apartment. I turn my head to the right and see him, his tall body sprawled out on the little couch and his head nuzzled on my shoulder. I turn to my left and lower the volume of our radio, careful not to wake him. Taxi drivers honk their horns and people talk loudly outside. I run my fingers through my big red mess of hair and think about how eager I am to get out into the city once again, despite how tired I feel.
     A big box TV sits on a little stand a few feet in front of us. We cannot afford cable most months, so the TV spends most of it's life as a black screen. Dust protrudes from underneath the TV and onto the stand. On the other side of that stand is a little clock which I have to put my thick glasses on to see. It is 7:00 am.
     I turn to my right again and look at his sweet sleeping face. I ruffle the curls on his head as his brown almond-eyes sleepily open and look up at me. A thin smile appears on his face as I kiss him gently on the forehead and whisper, "Wake up, sleepy-head. It's almost time for rehearsal."