Sun Mote Copse My love is a planet revolving your heart

Elfie did half-open one eye to give a lazy look at his mom, but did not make much more effort than that. The sleep had wrapped him like a soft and warm blanket and he was not ready yet to leave the dreamland, no matter, what wonders the real world outside promised him. He did some sratching movements aimed at his belly (which due to his odd proportions came with no success at all), but did not show any inclination to progress. He closed his alert eye again, yawned, stretched his tiny limbs and returned to focus on his nap. 

Another day, mom.