Dabbling

Nearly all audibles have excused themselves from the house today. My wife is off to church, so the soft whir of the refrigerator's cooling unit is all that interrupts the rapid inhale-exhale of a two year-old toddler, asleep on my lap. Wiped exhausted from a virus terrorizing his tummy, he slumbers, dreaming of choo-choos, clutching a Cookie Monster doll, the brilliant blue of which sits mutely envious of the azure of my boy's lidded eyes.