Soft

It's uncomfortably cold out and everyone in this house is hunkered down, either still in actual pajamas (me) or the pajamas they were born with. Quincy has chosen to snuggle on the air mattress my mother had been sleeping on this past week. Mom's now opted for the hotel down the street and I don't have the heart to deflate the airbed just yet: Q looks too perfect on it, with her soft grays and yellows in contrast to the sheets' shiny blue.