The light from the small window continues to darken the room. Elliot is still talking and I join in once in a while. We're both sitting on the carpet. I'm stretching out my crying joints and he's trying to copy my movements. I laugh at his incorrect stretches and realize how comfortable I am in only an afternoon. The thought sobers me and I fall quiet. Eli dons a slightly concerned expression and stops talking as well. I look up at his bright emerald eyes staring into my dark hazel ones. Before I know it, we're in a staring contest and the loser gets hit with a pillow. I found this out the hard way. I push back my doubts and decide just to enjoy Eli's company.

"Elliot! I'm home!" We look at each other and I start to panic, "Ugh. What are these muddy towels doing on the floor? Eli!" He rolls his eyes and stands up, mouthing It's my mom, sorry to me. The small boy coughs a little and cups his hands around his mouth.

"I WILL DO IT IN A SECOND!" Eli narrows his eyes and then brightens. "OH, AND I FOUND A BOY!" I hear a loud gasp and the sound of quickened footsteps. I run my hands through my hair hoping it'll be at least a little presentable.