Phoenix Maplewood A mother's treasure is her daughter

Faye is sprawled out on her back, legs crossed over every which way that very clearly be comfortable but somehow is. She’s dozed off in the afternoon sun when her mother comes nearby, rudely shouting her name and causing her to stir. One leg kicks her in the face and she groans, jerking her head but maintaining some of the form when her mother approaches. Awkwardly, the girl looks at her upside down mother, blinking a few times while she determines whether or not this is something important.