“Good morning Pomi!”

“Good morning!”

“Did you sleep well?”


“The rain banging on the roof did not wake you up?”


Pomi jumped out of the cradle and headed towards the window.

“Just a minute young man. Come back here and get dressed first.”

Hurriedly Pomi slipped into his pants and put on his shirt, shooting me a reproachful look.


“Put your shoes on or ….”

But before I could finish my sentence Pomi had already climbed a chair, arranged two balls of yarn on the backrest and standing on them he was peeking outside into the grey morning.