Every morning as we are preparing breakfast Lily comes in and lies down on the kitchen floor. I laugh watching my husband take a giant step over her to get to the fridge for milk for his tea and then a big step back over her to reach the toaster to butter his toast and then a big step back over her to return to the fridge. She is our big polar bear sprawled out on the turquoise linoleum floor, our very own traffic island in the middle of our tiny kitchen.
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