It's Sunday, a day we often go on a drive somewhere. I am in the middle of the backseat of our Ford station wagon, my Nan to my left and brother to my right. Mom and Bill sit in the front seat. I'm drowzy and slip sideways into my Nan's lap, laying with my head up. The lap of contentment for me. A soft warm lap to lay my head on. I look up at her. My eyes notice her soft face that has powdered makeup on it. Her cheeks with a dusting of pink blush, her hazel eyes behind her glasses as she looks ahead out the front window. She has a light grey cap of hair that frames her face with fluffy small gentle curls near her ears. She pin curls them each night with clip pins that I often find beside her bed. I lean my head back just enough to gaze out the car window. The trees I see fly by while the sky stays steady. Blue sky with little puff clouds. I turn back on my side facing my Nan. Her body warm and comforting as she lays an arm across my child body. Gentle caresses on my back. I close my eyes and feel as one with her breathing. Her belly rises and falls and a quiet sigh she gives. My thoughts say I love you so much Nan. I curl closer feeling her ample breasts under her dress. All so soft and safe. I fall into a dreamy sleep. How long are we driving I don't know as I slumber in her arms. She never shifts me but holds me as on we go. I am awaken by her voice, almost home Ellen. I open my eyes and she is looking down at me. Almost home...
