How's everyone's writing doing? /lives... what lives? We're writers.
Mum's ordering Chinese for dinner.
She went to her mum's room and got the blanket. As she covered Matthew, tucking him in as if he was one of the teddy bears that she'd had a child, she couldn't help but smile. She had to admit that he looked so beautiful when he was asleep, with his long eyelashes brushing his cheeks and his brown, wavy hair spread over the sofa. She stroked his hair and kissed him on the cheek.