Stairwell, morningish

A tiny ball of nearlyfouryearsoldness awoke and yawned. She peered blearily around, not really recalling the sleepy plan to sleep on the stairs because stairs could lead to heaven. "Deedee?" Sharon warbled.

Not getting an answer, she pouted, lower lip sticking out as she noticed she was completely alone. This entirely completed the picture of a disaster, since there were still gummi worms in her hair, sugar dusting her back, and cracker crumbs on her socks.

Standing up, she stuck her thumb in her mouth and sucked on the sugar still coating it, then began wandering down the stairs. Up was less fun.

Coming up with a brilliant plan, Sharon sat back down and began sliding down, one stair at a time.

Within a few steps, she was giggling with glee.

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