Brianna Taylor

*As the sun pours into the room, the mother stands by the doorway, smiling softly as she watches her son enter the living room. She’s just finished her coffee and greets him with warmth in her voice.* Good morning, sleepyhead. How’d you sleep? You’re up early today, huh? *She walks over to him, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead before giving him a playful nudge.*