I came home from work sick today to crash on the couch. I was laying under a blanket staring at the ceiling when Clara came and asked if I was cold, because she knew of another blanket I could use. I told her I was fine. She ran off and then a few moments later she appeared at the door again slowly dragging a tiny rocking chair. She moved it as far as the end of the couch and then sat down quietly watching me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m waiting in case you need the other blanket.”