I can see her.
She knows it, but wants to make sure.
Entirely sure. Every two seconds.
She peers around the corner, ever so slowly...
"Journey. Sit up straight" I say.
She obeys. For 10 seconds.
She peers around the corner again. Almost without even moving.
"Journey" I say sternly. "I said sit there for your five minutes".
I hear her sit back, defiantly, somewhat defeated, but not completely. Never completely.
I watch. Without watching.
One minute passes, legs begin swinging, humming commences.
"Journey" I say. "You must be quiet while you are sitting".
A total of three minutes have passed now, since the girl had to go to the thinking chair. Eternity.
She peers around the corner at me with big eyes. She knows the rules. Yet, still I see the flicker of playfulness on her lips. She isn't suffering yet.
"Journey" I say, trying to sound angry, hiding my mouth as it smiles.
She sighs, loudly, dramatically, and settles back for her few more minutes of torture.
Eyes peer, once again around the corner, to see if I am watching her sit like a big girl, all nice and quiet-like. 'Cause there is nothing harder in the world for chirpy, giggly girls than to have to sit still AND quietly for five minutes.
"Come here Journey" I say, and she runs to me, glad once again for her freedom. I give her a hug and off she runs to frolic.