The next morning, Eve woke up to someone's breath of air blowing in her face and little fingers playing with her hair. She instantly could smell the scent of strawberry shampoo and assumed the invader in the bed was little Harper. Opening one eye, she saw the little girl smiling at her.
"You wake up, Miss Evey?"
"Do you mean am I awake? And yes. I am, now."
"Good. I want to play with my Elsa doll and I need someone to fix her dress. I can't go to the beach to play because it's raining and Daddy is busy. I have no one to play with," the little girl pouted. "Will you play with me?"
"Does your daddy know that you're in here?" Eve asked.
"Daddy is in his gym in the basement. He lifts the weights a lot. It's boring. He didn't know I woked up yet."
"You mean 'woke' up," Eve corrected. "I bet he does work out a lot. He keeps in good shape, doesn't he."
"Yep. He loves his gym. My Auntie Grace says he looks like Thor. She say my daddy is a superhero."
