In the Quiet

My house is really quiet. Ellie has been playing softly in her room the past two days. The dog has either been locked up or outside. I have just sat. Sitting and holding Lucy. Poor Lucy. She has the flu. She's fevered, restless, and sick. She's hot and whimpery. She says she's cold and wants "pookey"- (that would be pooh blanket). For two days I've done nothing but hold her. I can't wait until she feels better but part of me is really enjoying just sitting in the quiet.