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Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100
“Can I wake up?”
“Not now, Evan.” Rosemary yanked off her glasses and glared at her four-year-old son. “Can’t Mommy have five minutes to herself?”
His brown eyes welled. “I need a hug.”
Setting her book aside, she heaved an exasperated sigh. “I need your nap.”
He climbed up on her lap and pressed his soft cheek against hers. In that moment she imagined him as a grown man with a prickly beard. She tightened her arms around him and gave him a loud smooch.
He giggled. “Do you still want me to go away, Mommy?”
“Yes. Go away closer.”