May clings to Taffy, occasionally jostled awake when the cart runs over a bump.
Most of the time, however, May remains blissfully unaware of the world and of the things that are happening around her, so lost in the realm of her dreams that she does not notice her surroundings.
I carefully slide another cushion under the young girl's head, wrapping her up in a blanket to ward off the slight chill of the night.
I give a light stroke to May's cheek and gently brush back some stray locks of hair, then straighten up, ready to relieve Roland so I can take my turn driving the wagon while he dozes.
May sighs contentedly. "Hmmm....Mommy's comfy...." She murmurs in her sleep, a happy smile on her face indicating the nature of her dream.
She probably has her actual mother on her mind, in some way.
