Nana

This quiet discount hotel room, with its gauzy beige curtains and mismatched furniture does little to warm the heart. The red-haired matriarch sits quietly on a creaky sofa and we all watch a streaming blur of paltry images, trying to remember the feeling of summer grass on the soles of bare feet. The blistering winter wind outside calls out to us a reminder that we still have socks and shoes on.

I'm cold. It's time for bed.