Mia Rhoda

While you were asleep nothing special happened in the world; grey clouds rolled by. Somewhere in the world it was sunny. Other babies slept, cats gently purred. Outside on the streets foot step followed foot step, in your cot breath followed breath. No one knows your dreams, they are sacrosanct.

The gentle breeze on your face barely flickered your eyelids. The sparrows chirped outside - the first music you had heard.