Leo sat at the little round table with the blue legs—the one with stickers peeling off from the corners where he'd tried to scratch them with his tiny nails.
He blinked. Slowly.
Wait… this was their house.
He looked around the sunny kitchen, at the fridge with all the funny magnets, the counter where Mommy used to put the cookie jar, the floor with that one cracked tile shaped like a fish. He hadn't seen these things in… a long time? Maybe?
That was weird. Wasn't it?
But then Captain Bunny was there, and Toast the Bear, and Meow-Meow with only one eye, sitting just like always by his plate.
Ah!
His plate was full of pancakes, golden and warm and cut into neat little squares. Daddy always knew he didn't like the crusty edges. He grinned and stuffed a piece in his mouth, chewing while his toes kicked against the chair.
