"What are you even doing right now?" I motioned with my free hand at the drawings.
"I am trying to sort them. The one I like the best will be on top of the stack… or on the bottom to stay safe."
I pressed my lips together, feeling that something cringy would follow.
"But..."
"Don't do it," I warned.
"I just..." He looked at me with a growing grin.
"Stop it."
"Like..."
I groaned.
"But I just like them all the same; I can't decide."
I sighed, happy that this cliche statement was over.
"Did you sit here for hours to stare at the pictures, in hopes I would wake up and ask you what you are doing, giving you the stage to tell me how much you like them?"
The kid around my arm silently laughed again.
Henry looked away.
"Hmmm…maybe...?"
I chuckled, and he did too.
"I constantly look at them; that's how much I LIKE them... by the way... do you remember before you went to sleep? You said something to me. Something that you LIKE having a fever or something...?"
