2: I like the way your head feels on my lap. You are still sleeping, under the shade of the oak tree.
3: She runs off, her apron swaying back and forth. She’s 5, she is very smart for that age, already washing the dishes.
4: It’s 1:39 a.m., and I’m still awake. I want to wake someone up, but that would be rude.
5: We run up to the top of the mountain of grass, the robbers close behind. I yell at them. They stop running.