He curled up next to my leg like a pill bug, legs tucked into his stomach, cheek smoothed into Star Wars sheets. His body lay still for the first time since morning, fever subdued. Max chased him in the kitchen late evening while he ran laps from one end of the house to the other and around again. When he stopped to point his air soft gun and fix his face mask, I snapped a couple of photos and put some soup in my mouth before they were back in motion.
