Wait a minute, I’m covered with leaves! I thought it was still summer!
How long did I sleep?!
And I’m how old?! No way!
Don’t believe it. I’m just humoring my mom.
I laid down here in my favorite spot for a nice cozy nap and she thought it would be funny to toss leaves all over me and try to convince me I had slept for weeks, even years. Really, she was scouting all over the yard for yellow and orange leaves and giggling at how clever she was.
I know my mom, and you have to let her follow her flights of fancy when she gets an idea. Well, more correctly, you have to just get out of her way because there’s no way to stop her. I’ve spent plenty of long nights keeping her company!
And time? I can tell time, but she was born without an internal clock. Really, years could go by and she’d still think it was yesterday! So she’s more likely than me to wake up—from one of her creative fugues—and discover a season or a decade had gone by.
She won’t even let me off the deck without her, no way she’d let me sleep out here for that long!
She can’t fool me!
But the last time I looked all the leaves were green.
I’m not sure what to think.
And I’m not really 19, am I?
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