I woke up with an itching sensation on the soles of my feet. It felt like death. I just wanted to know who could be so bored and tickle the soles of my feet while I slept.
I opened my eyes angrily and prepared to accuse this man of seeking death, but I saw a big face. Then I was lifted up and put on a man's shoulder. I looked around in horror, and saw another woman's face with a silly smile.
Jesus.
I looked down again, and there was a black-haired kid lying in what was obviously a cradle. He was sleeping soundly, spitting bubbles from time to time.