Learning to Count

And the living room smelled like cardamom spice.
And the air wrapped around us like a hug.
And we danced in bare feet.
And the song on repeat.
And the little girl laughed and reached for my hand.
And hot pink daisies and a bright orange dress.
And nothing was familiar.
And everything was familiar.
And the sun got jealous and tried to come in.
And we spun in circles and fell on the floor.
And for an hour I could remember.
And for an hour she could forget.