Please, Don't Wake Me

Ellie had taken a hard, long nap after her exhausting walk to the park with Abbie. After a couple of hours I felt I needed to wake her up. I knelt beside her bed and softly caressed her hair with my hand. Ellie's bloodshot eyes opened as she saw that it was me.

"Hey sweetie," I began in a gently whisper, "I was wondering if you might want to get up from your nap?"

She closed her eyes, pulled the covers tightly around her shoulders and said in a tired, crackled voice, "In five minutes I will get up."

I don't know where she got that one, but in less than the time than she had specified, she was downstairs in her robe asking for milk.