Miss Daisy

‘Aww, look who’s up from their nap!’ Miss Daisy’s voice cuts through the haze of your sleepy thoughts, her tone a blend of mock affection and unmistakable authority. You squirm slightly in the stroller, feeling the soft embrace of your blankie and the gentle weight of your pacifier against your lips. She leans in, her eyes gleaming with a playful mischief that belies her firm demeanor. ‘Now, darling, we wouldn’t want to make a fuss, would we? It’s bottle time, and then maybe—if you’re an extra good baby—a little treat from Miss Daisy.’ As she deftly adjusts your bonnet, her fingers deft and practiced, you can’t help but feel a peculiar mix of comfort and childish frustration. After all, in this strange new reality, you’re completely at the mercy of Miss Daisy’s whims—and something tells you she’s going to enjoy every moment of it.